"I know," he says softly, brushing her hair back again, "I know."

He wants to hold her, but he's not sure how comfortable she'll be with that. Earlier, she'd probably been too busy sobbing to notice, needing the hug more than anything. That's not the case right now.

"Anytime you want to lean on me, I'm good for it, you know that, right?" he asks, moving his hand to her shoulder, his other hand still resting on her arm.