He feels like an idiot. Logically, Waver knows there really was no other option, and they only would have gotten hurt or further caught up in the mess of the riot. He knows they weren't equipped to help those people, if they even could have figured out how to free them from the bonds that very likely had enchantments attached. He knows all that, but it still makes his stomach twist in on itself, brings a bad taste to the back of his tongue.

He sighs, gently pulling back from Ozymandias after a few more moments of indulging in the comfort of his warmth.

"You sure your hand's okay?"