*pauses in his step (trudge and stagger) long enough to press the lightest kiss to your temple and smile at you (better to smile than cry, or maybe scream)*
She is no one. *(you'd never know that his heart breaks all over again with every dazed, muddled word out of your mouth)* You'll never see her again.
*finally gets you out into the corridor and breathes in deeply, through his nose, almost giddy with relief to be outside of that place (though this place is not much better, in truth)*
*only shakes his head at the poor, startled Flower staffers who stop in the halls to offer a literal hand or a tense and hasty gesture in aid because they appear to have all lost their words, too* It's warm outside, Glorfindel. Did you know?