[Always thoughtful. He approaches silently, no really sure what to say at all, at first. Lockon takes the aspirin along with a copious amount of water, but when he catches sight of her face out of the corner of his eye, he almost drops it in his haste to put it down on the nightstand.
He slides onto the bed in a rush, arms around her shoulders. His own face shows his concern, and even a small bit of panic.
If she was crying, that could mean--]
Lacus... Lacus, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I-- [Yes, he thought that it was about him. But after what he's done today, and what she has seen him do the past few days, can you really blame him?