When he felt a warm hand on his cheek, he startled back, tumbling over the armchair. But before he could fall and possibly split his head on the mantlepiece, strong arms caught him and guided him towards the chair. Severus was trembling all over, compulsively clenching the fabric of his robes. Only when Harry stepped even closer, did he realise that he had held on to the young man's garment instead of his own. When the child pulled him in, he was helpless but to yield. This situation was beyond terrifying. It felt nice to receive comfort when he could not even remember the last time someone had genuinely cared. "This renders me useless." He whispered, shaking from the strain of holding himself up.