[He doesn't say much after that as well. Despite (again) not actively seeking out her thoughts and memories, the depth to her heartbreak is endless. The silence passing between them is as defined as the sound of her sobs that hangs thickly around them.
It's also in silence that he leans in just a little when she grasps his shirt. There's no forcing her to say anything. He isn't going to be arrogant by believing he'll be the one to magically make her feel much better. Only enough that maybe she'll be able to catch her breath even once.]