[D- didn't want him to cry and doesn't know what to say that could make it better, because... really, nothing can.]
[So just holds him, feeling a little overwhelmed and emotional himself, but focuses on him, turning his head a bit to press his forehead against the top of his head, hands brushing over his back, trying to be soothing -- unsure how soothing he possibly could be, though, if only because his physical presence is just a reminder that he's gone, really.]