[WV puts his hands on PM's shoulders, a bit awkwardly with the bin in-between them, and looks up into her eyes. He looks like he's on the point of saying something, then thinks better of it and sighs, squeezing her shoulders and looking heartbroken.]
All right. I shall see what I can do.
[he turns to walk into the kitchen, swallowing and steeling himself for this talk. He's also steeling himself against the slightly nauseous feeling that the strong, ever-present smell of lots of bacon is giving him; it wouldn't do to try to speak stirring words of comfort while looking like he's going to be sick, after all.]
[he gives PM a last glance over his shoulder. The look in his eyes says Are you sure you're all right? She has an awful lot of Feelings happening right now, after all. He doesn't want to leave her alone like this.]