Fabian followed Hestia, his hands dropping to his pockets when they were once again empty. He watched this new mother as intent as she watched the girl in the bed, he had known Hestia, but he didn't know the girl or even the woman standing watch. No matter how much she looked like who he remebered, no matter what shared memories they might have - both these women were still, in their own technical way. Strangers.
He pulled a chair up behind Hestia, lest she tried to sit without one. He doubted she would, but on nights like this no one could be very certain. "I'll stay if it helps. It's not like I haven't been around-" He stopped himself. Fabian almost had said 'bodies' which was all Megan appeared left to be. But that wasn't the right word for the situation, "injuries before." He amended.
"I'll understand... everything else in the morning. It's honestly a bit much this late at night."