Oh. Oh no, not that. He was so bad at this. He hesitated for a while, afraid of being pushed away again or hurt but in the end, he had to held. He knew he did. So he did all he could think of in that moment. He reached out and moved in closer so he could pull Edward into a hold, an almost hug, gripping him tight so he couldn't easily get away. "It's going to be okay." And with that, he stroked his back slowly and started to hum. His mother always did this when he was sad, perhaps it would work for Edward.