Oh shit.
"Hey, no, don't--don't do that, don't cry, please, I--" His voice cut off in a choked gasping sound as Mikhail suddenly threw himself against him. He reeled back, a small corner of his brain marveling that the slight half-vampire could manage to throw all six and a half feet of him off balance. He stared down at the top of his head, arms thrown up and eyes wide.
"H-hey..." He swallowed thickly. He could feel a very slight dampness where Mikhail's face was pressed into his chest, and it just about broke his heart.
...What the hells was wrong with him?
"...Hey," he repeated softly, and allowed his hands to drop down onto Mikhail's shoulders gently. Gods, it felt like he could snap him in half if he wasn't careful. It made him even more nervous, though he knew it was irrational. "I...I believe you, alright? It's okay. I'm not mad."
Before he fully realized what he was doing, he'd wrapped his arms around the smaller man and was holding him gently against his chest. His cheek somehow managed to rest against the top of his head, and he thought the heat in his face must surely be burning the poor thing. "I..." He huffed. "I like you too, Misha, okay? You're not causing me trouble, I was just...surprised."