He doesn't say anything at first, just downs the first drink he's poured himself from her bottle, then sets it aside and reaches across the table to her. His arms are long, it's no stretch for him to push his fingers gently through her hair, cupping the side of her face in his large palm.
There's no sorry in the world that can change the situation she's just laid out. It is what it is. And he may very well be sorry, but that doesn't do anything. He's shit at verbal comfort, anyway, but something physical, even if it's brief, is something he can do.
"That's shit, darlin'," he says simply when he pulls back.
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Date: 2018-11-27 08:39 pm (UTC)There's no sorry in the world that can change the situation she's just laid out. It is what it is. And he may very well be sorry, but that doesn't do anything. He's shit at verbal comfort, anyway, but something physical, even if it's brief, is something he can do.
"That's shit, darlin'," he says simply when he pulls back.