[There was a brief flash of anger in his eyes. A kind of familiar, entrenched hate, focused on whoever or whatever caused her pain. But he had a feeling she would not approve of that, or pity. Lockon's expression softens when she nuzzles his hand, but that, too, gives way to shock when she closes the distance.]
[His arms froze. She has never shown herself weak around him, yet now he regarded her as a small, frail thing. So delicate was this moment, that he was afraid any move he made would shatter one of them. He had not given anyone serious comfort for a loss - just like this - since... since... Feldt.]
[Slowly his muscles unclench and he wraps his arms around her shoulder, delicately. The feeling of her hair brushing over the backs of his hands brings familiar thoughts to mind, but he doesn't allow himself to get uncomfortable. This was not about him.]