[ He doesn't really know what he did. He'd only meant to... to what, exactly? Reassure her, he supposes. He'd only wanted her to know that he believed her, that he'd heard what she'd said and known it to be true, and now–
Grief is pouring out of her. Such grief– such horrible, yawning, tearing loss. And he may be a monster, but he can't help but answer its call. His arm is around her shoulders, guiding her to the solid promise of his chest even as his heart thumps so furiously he can't seem to hear anything else but the blood rushing in his ears and her quiet, shaking sobs. ]
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Grief is pouring out of her. Such grief– such horrible, yawning, tearing loss. And he may be a monster, but he can't help but answer its call. His arm is around her shoulders, guiding her to the solid promise of his chest even as his heart thumps so furiously he can't seem to hear anything else but the blood rushing in his ears and her quiet, shaking sobs. ]