[Chekov really, really wants to hug her. Would that be the wrong thing to do? He doesn't know, and he needs to be careful. Whatever she's feeling—hurt, anger, sadness, he has no idea anymore—isn't going to be fixed by him doing or saying the wrong thing.
He sits on the floor in front of her so he can look up at her, taking a seat that's very similar to hers.] What do I do? Please tell me. Hurting you is the last thing that I wanted to do, please... [He doesn't know what he's asking her for anymore, but he's coming closer to crying than he has since he failed to save Spock's mother and no one wants crying to happen.]