[In turn he won't say much else either. Really, words are not what she needs; not all the time, but especially not right now. They can't convey just how honest he's being, nor how she means so very much, and deserves far more than she'll ever believe herself to.
So instead, his other arm wraps around her middle and he draws her in as close as he can. Enough for her to be all but right up against the beat of his heart, and enough to feel each breath he takes.
Leaning in a bit himself, he bows his head to the crown of her own, pressing a quiet and warm kiss to it as he closes his eyes.
It's going to be okay. He'll be sure to have her believe that, even if it takes a great while.]