He draws her in and holds her close. Hugging her. He puts his whole body into it. She is small against his frame, and he is strong, but hold her he does.

"I am sorry you understand." He chokes out. He does not cry. The tears have run dry for now. But he still feels.

Curse his heart. His heart that feels all too much, it's much too soft for this world. He wish his father was still here, to help him carry some of this burden. But he was not. Dead just as he was. And not here. In some other hell, presumably. Couldn't have even been buried with his own father, he supposes.