[ For as much as her tears rip at his heart, the grief of all things settling over both of them like a blanket, there's the smallest measure of relief of seeing her - feeling her cry, because he knows it means she's truly become herself again. This sorrow is her own, not born of some cruel illusion, but of the own pain that's in her heart. Gods, he doesn't know how she's gone so long without breaking down completely. It's only been a matter of days since their roles were reversed, and he'd wept while she held him, while she gave him allowance to just hurt. There's nothing more he could give her now than that same release, that same reassurance, for while her tears won't change their damned situation, they will also spend her emotions in a way that words just can't.
So he weeps quietly with her, silent tears falling from his eyes as hers soak his collar, every few moments offering her words of peace and comfort. All of this is so unfair, so cruel, so undeserved. But they have to keep moving, even in the literal sense right now, as the journey back to the flat feels like an eternity but his feet carry him onward.
Finally he's ascending the stairs again, legs all but trembling, but they keep him upright as he carries her over the threshold and ushers her back to her bedroom where he can set her gingerly upon the bed. ]
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So he weeps quietly with her, silent tears falling from his eyes as hers soak his collar, every few moments offering her words of peace and comfort. All of this is so unfair, so cruel, so undeserved. But they have to keep moving, even in the literal sense right now, as the journey back to the flat feels like an eternity but his feet carry him onward.
Finally he's ascending the stairs again, legs all but trembling, but they keep him upright as he carries her over the threshold and ushers her back to her bedroom where he can set her gingerly upon the bed. ]