I truly, honestly, don’t know anything bad of you. *gently projects sincerity and sympathy* Please, can I — will you let me hug you?
…
I… uh. If you want to.
*slowly fits arms around his waist, fixing his around her shoulders, and pours all the strength and sympathy she can find into him* Please. Just … let it go. Lean on me for just a minute, please.
*Tony hangs his head a little, unsure of himself and how to respond, but he does what she’s asked.*
Thanks…
Shhh, no. This is what I do. I don’t need thanking. This is what I’m for. If you feel even a little bit better, than it’s right.