As Zoran turned into his shoulder, Caleb wrapped his arms around him, hands coming up to run tenderly and gently through the other man's hair. There was a need in him to offer comfort and love to Zoran when he was hurting and ill, and while he couldn't take away the pain, he could more than offer comfort to him in the form of gentle touches and soft soothing sounds. "I don't know how things are going to go," he confessed, holding him close as he mentally crossed everything that Zoran wouldn't throw up again. He was worried about him not being able to hold down anything to hydrate him at all. He was worried about all of this, really. But he would be here for Zoran no matter what it took, one way or another. "But I think we'll figure it out together."

Caleb gently rubbed Zoran's stomach, trying to help to ease the pain in any way he could, but he really couldn't be sure this was helping. He didn't really fully know what to do here -- what any of the answers were or how to find them even. But right now, in pain and sick and needing comfort, Zoran was choosing to get that comfort from him, and Caleb would never take that for granted.