[With a little sound that's almost a whimper, he wraps himself around her, laying his head on her shoulder, and when he speaks it's muffled by her hair.]
It's not your fault. [He really doesn't blame her. He's not sure who he does blame, really, except the AIs, though Ianto is probably a pretty good bet.]
I don't know what to do. [Helpless and lost and floundering badly.]