Continuing to hold the boy in his good arm, he listens quietly to him studder over his words. This well spoken boy who was always very careful on how he cherry picked his words was shaven raw. Stolas gave one last squeeze before pulling back with a chuckle in his chest.

"One of the perks of living in Hell I suppose..." Stolas smiled softly, cupping gently a hand on the boy's face, swiping his thumb over the apple of his cheek. "If I were to judge other's 'fuck ups' I would have to also look myself in the mirror. There is not a single person I know who hasn't made mistakes. Being different is what makes us special, even if it can lead into being misunderstood by others. Holding yourself up to someone else's standard of who they want you to be is suffocating. You don't need to hold your breath around me."