He was trying hard not to think anything ill of her family. At a time like this, they should be drawing together, yes. But they never really had been together from what he'd gathered. Which had to make this all the harder and yet perhaps easier at the same time.
Jean drew her tighter to him as she swallowed. He hadn't meant it that way. That way was merely rubbing salt in wounds that didn't need to be poked.
And of course she'd be okay. But it didn't mean she didn't need help getting through it. Especially with the next bombshell that was laid on her.
"He what?" Jean blurted without meaning to. "Chrisse." All right, that wasn't likely helpful. He drew her close again, not really knowing what to say. That was just...incredibly callous. Asking her for a bloody kidney when he barely gave her the time of day. "I'm sorry," he murmured, for lack of anything better.