Whoever that girl was, he was going to find her and kill her, but not until after he tortured her for her indiscretions. No one lived to speak about doing harm to Kurama's if he had anything to say about it. And he usually did.
He debated with himself for a brief moment before holding out his hand. "I won't judge you. I don't think I ever will, in fact. If you're hurt, you can tell me. I won't breathe a word to another living being, I swear." He took a deep breath, hoping his heartbreak wasn't bleeding through and showing on his features, though it came out through his voice. Strained and with the tiniest bit of pain, he added, "Please, Kuro-ai. Please let me help."