He wrapped his arms around her, too, holding her close to him and threading his fingers through her hair so he could cradle her head in his hand. He didn't care about speeches. He didn't care about much of anything these days except for Chloe and keeping her alive. And he was pretty sure he'd just failed at that task.
He didn't even realize he was crying until he felt a tear hit his arm. He shut his eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair when she spoke. He rubbed her back gently, sensing that whatever she was going to say was important. But he could also feel her struggling to stay conscious so he pulled away enough to look at her, cupping her face in his hands.