Desmond just quietly nodded when Raina mentioned that everything hurt. Accidents were one of those things where people looked for someone to blame, even though there wasn't anyone really there to blame at all. And there was something inherently painful about that... not having anyone to blame, not having that sweet edge of anger and rage to fuel you. Anger was something you could get lost in, a shield from the misery at times, even though it was decidedly unhealthy to actually do that on a regular basis. So Desmond did all he could, which was to comfort her, to caress her hair and hold her in his arms. It was amazing how in times of horrific grief, people just really wanted to be held... more even than they wanted comforting words, or some logic about the situation.
He could feel her fingertips curling slightly into his shirt and he lightly touched her hair. But at her next words, his blood ran as cold as ice, and he was glad that he was wearing his coat for it felt as if every hair on his arm stood up straight at that very moment. Too close, far too close. But he didn't let the shock show on his face, Raina did not need a reaction right now, she needed someone to stay grounded for her, and so he stayed grounded, the surprise never really showing in his features as he listened to her talk about the person that she had lost, describing in painful detail exactly how hard it had been for her to concieve the child in the first place, only to have both of their lives suddenly be lost.
His head bowed lightly as she mentioned the name of the child. Already named... truly to lose something that had not even had a chance to be born was a tragedy, but as cold as it sounded, there were people that died every day around the globe. It was the nature of creatures only to feel sorry for things that were immediately related to them while ignoring the other tragedies around the world. Lightly as she nuzzled to his chest he reached his hands into her hair to softly stroke her hair, and hold her close against him, resting his chin very gently against the top of her head, his blue eyes staring out into the night like a silent protector before he looked down, glancing at her again.
Desmond certainly wasn't bothered by her tears. In fact, had he known that she had thought that he might be, he would have laughed. Everyone showed emotion, and any guy who was insecure about displays of emotion was really just in denial about what they themselves were capable of. Certainly he knew that he cried himself, and though he wasn't prone to great displays of tears, he would not berate someone who was more open about such things than he was. He smiled very lightly, trying to comfort her with it as he wiped the tears away, knowing that it would barely mean anything to one who had their world literally ripped apart, but it was something that he could do, and that would have to be enough for now.
"You did what you normally might have, I would imagine." Desmond said softly. "I would guess it was no different than a thousand arguments you might have had with your sister, except that something tragic happened afterward. It is not your fault, Raina." Desmond iterated again, looking into her eyes. "Even if right now it feels impossible not to connect yourself to it."
Her next question was harder to answer though. He thought about how it was that he had felt back centuries ago. The anger, and the rage... it was not something that he could really suggest to her. But it was not the only heartbreak that he had suffered. Leaning forward he gently pressed his forehead against her own and sighed quietly.
"You take a deep breath in, and then you let it out. And then you go about your day, forcing yourself to do normal things until eventually you do not have to force yourself anymore." he said lightly, pulling back to look into her eyes to see how deep the pain was there.