In truth, Wrathion wonders if it is better that he wasn't. No doubt Anduin would have preferred to be there to comfort him, to help, but Wrathion isn't sure what help he could give. All he can imagine is Anduin's gentle presence making it harder for him to hold himself together.

Better to be with him here, now, in private where such things matter less.

His eyes slip closed, and Wrathion lets out a low rumble of contentment at the contact.

"You are here now," he murmurs. "You are here, and we are together."

The hand at Anduin's waist slides around to the small of his back, coaxing him closer. The contact is... soothing. Titans, even just Anduin's scent is soothing. He wants to wrap himself up in it, breathe it in and let his mind settle.