Well, he hadn't pulled away. That was a good sign. The best thing Kate could do--the thing she always wanted people to do for her--was to give him silent support. Not ask questions, not give false platitudes about fucking God's Plan or empty apologies. She'd had too many of all of those things, and they only caused hurt and anger.
She turned her hand and laced their fingers together as they walked, taking deep breaths and trying to will her heart to slow down. It was deep, hard, serious talk, and yet the feel of his palm against hers was making her heart thunder. Silly emotions.