It's just surprise after surprise in this dusty little room, isn't it. Huaisang isn't expecting Fitz's bumbling attempt to comfort him - they are practically strangers, after all, and he only ever expects comfort from two people who are exceedingly reserved - and he certainly isn't expecting Nighteyes to suddenly hop onto the bed with them. He murmurs a muffled protest into his hands, not to ask them to leave, but a small-voiced 'no, no, he didn't' to defend Fitz's, um... emotional competency.

Like, he would have cried on his own, eventually. That's probably the truth.

But instead he's surrounded on all sides by two kinds of messy concern, and credit the two of them this: they stop him sobbing in record time, even if the tears are still coming. The onslaught of wolf attention makes him laugh, a genuine if not shaky and halfway-blubbering noise, and his hands automatically reach for Nighteyes while the rest of him tilts towards Fitz and his emotionally intelligent hands. It's all the wolf up in his business, you see, he needs to claim a sliver of his own space back by putting himself into Fitz's. It's the only logical thing to do!

Now, where does one pet a wolf? The same places one pets a dog? He'll try, and if Nighteyes doesn't like it, he's sure he'll find out swiftly.

"I'm sorry," he offers, because he's still actively shedding tears and they're being so kind, to try and help-- "This is- just the kind of person I am." But not super depressing, like that sounds.

Probably.