She reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, not caring if they were half in his room and half in the hallway. She too was silent, lost in grief for her uncle and the loss of a friend. Claire wanted to say sorry, but she was concentrating very hard on night crying and if she opened her mouth, she was afraid she'd lose it. So she just stood there, clinging to Peter, her head somewhat buried into his chest, his clothing, and focused on the sound of his heart, counting along.