He'd seen plenty of people in the middle of a crisis before. It happened every day at the homeless shelter, from the people who'd just lost their homes, to the people who didn't have enough to eat. Or at school, where teenage problems were everywhere, both big and small. But coming from Regina, it damn near broke him. How was Clive supposed to turn her away now? He couldn't, she knew that. It didn't matter how long they'd been apart, he'd never be able to stand to hear her cry.
"You don't even have to ask." Though he was sweaty and probably gross, having not yet showered, he pulled her in tight, rubbing her back, as if it might help. Everyone had bad dreams every once in a while. It was harder to comfort her than it had been Chuck, though, especially since Chuck had stopped coming to him for those sorts of things years ago. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Nothing to be worrying about."