[ For a moment, he feels like he should protest but he can't bring himself to do it. Finding a place on his own seems impossible. Doing anything on his own aside from possibly drinking himself into oblivion feels like climbing the tallest mountain so having some support and someone to crumble against might just be exactly what he needs to even survive this.
He shifts his weight, turns to wrap his arms properly around her. Still no tears. He's starting to doubt that part of him still works. ]