With Sebastian's face cupped into his hands, Loki leans back slightly in alarm while the human begins to cry. Well...now what?

Growing up, Loki didn't observe the best responses to someone who was distraught. He had never seen his brother cry -- when hurt, Thor acted on rage over a bruised pride. When Loki himself had been brought to tears Odin was always wise and understanding, while Frigga was gentle and attentive.

Loki's body stiffens as his mind thrashes around for a solution, for some way to make Sebastian stop crying. His hands move to the mortal's shoulders, gripping him firmly, but...kindly.

"The monsters have gone, but if you linger on them, they will continue to terrorise you, Sebastian."

Eyes flick all over Sebastian's face, as if he will find answers written on the poor boy's forehead. What is it that he is feeling, or perhaps seeing?

"Sebastian...look at me." Loki's eyes are focused on Sebastian's, determined. The human needs an anchor to reality. It's impossible to get coherent answers and details, and without insight, there is only so much Loki can do.