His arms wrapped around her back as soon as Lucy leaned in. It was a strange relief to hold her again after months of near silence and ink splotches. He rested his chin on her shoulder, brushing up and down her back comfortingly.
"I'm sorry, Luce," he whispered after a time, unsure what to say. That he was there? That she wasn't alone? That it would all be okay? But Hugo wasn't sure how much of that was true and how much was nothing more than wishful thinking. "It's okay if it hurts. It'll stop." He just wasn't sure when. "Do you wanna talk about it?"