Cautiously, he uses his fingertips to touch under Krok's chin, to try to nudge his face up so that Fulcrum can look at him in the optics. He offers a small smile of reassurance.

"Krok, it's okay. No one can be strong forever, and you're allowed to rely on your crew. On your friends. Someone's gotta look out for you when you forget to look after yourself, anyway." Fulcrum gently bumps his forehead with Krok's. "Okay?"