[He slowly releases her from his hug, wiping his eyes though the tears still wouldn't stop.
He takes one of her hands to hold onto, his grip tight and his hand trembling. Get it together, Sougo, is what he kept telling himself. Get it together.
He takes a deep breath, trying to get himself together enough to form words in a coherent manner.]
... Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything? I'll get you anything you need. Anything.