Wes watched her for a moment, then stood up. He walked over to her slowly. He didn't like seeing her upset. He wanted to help, but he couldn't really think of a way to do that.
He rested his hand lightly on her shoulder. "I know I can't imagine what it's like, but...if you ever want to, like, talk to someone, I'm willing to listen." He didn't really expect her to take him up on that. He was just a mostly-dumb jock, after all. But he wanted her to know he cared.