[She smiles through her tears, nuzzling her cheek against his hand in appreciation of the gesture. She's not ashamed in the least about crying for those who have been lost, nor in seeking comfort for it.]
[And so she takes a step forward, her hands resting on his chest as she moves against him in what would be a hug if her arms were around him, her cheek brushing the cloth of his shirt. Her tears are already drying, but she wants to share his warmth just then.]