Fabian knew he looked tired. He could feel the expression on his face just as much as he felt the emotions that caused them. He did not realize, however, that the love and adoration that was typically there whenever he looked at (or thought about, or talked about) Adelaide was missing. It wasn't because he didn't feel it anymore, but more because it was currently buried below all the grief and sadness and anger. And exhaustion. He had barely left his bed since she'd told him everything.
Once he heard that shaky tone to her normally steady voice, though, Fabian couldn't hold himself back anymore. Seeing her in such pain, such despair, only intensified his own. And as mad as he was, as betrayed as he felt, he couldn't stand to see Adelaide in pain. Wrapping her in his arms felt like the world had finally stopped spinning out of control beneath his feet. It was comfort as much as it was bittersweet. Fabian knew a hug couldn't magically fix everything, he knew there were still things they needed to discuss, but this was a start. It would take time to heal, he knew, but he could forgive her so long as he remembered this feeling as he held her in his arms and let her cry.
Fabian wasn't sure how long they stood there, though he could feel the dampness of his shirt as an indication it had been awhile. When her tears finally slowed, he ran a hand through her hair gently, the action meant to be soothing. For them both, honestly. A few moments later, he pulled back from Adelaide so he could look down at her. The way his eyes shimmered was indicative to how much pain he still felt and what he was sharing with her, and also because he had just missed her so damn much. "I still love you, you know," he finally said, voice quiet as he brushed a stray tear off of her cheek. He had felt her fear, her uncertainty, and knew he could put her mind at ease at least in that regard. "Nothing will ever change that, Adelaide. I told you that a long time ago and I meant it."