Trinity wrapped herself around Tonks in a way that was so distantly familiar it only brought another sob from her chest. A tangle of limbs that had been her signature embrace since she was thirteen and steadily got messier. Hugs between the two of them had always been a comedic affair -- clumsiness and exuberance that often had them on the floor whether they'd meant to end up there or not. This one was so similar and so different as Trinity clung to her for dear life like a small spider, afraid to let go that she might disappear from her again.
She hadn't even noticed the door shutting somewhere behind them; a gentle thud and the click of a latch. All she could hear were the sounds of her own sobs and Tonks's gentle cooing. She wasn't even sure exactly what it was she was crying for anymore. Tonks? Pain from such a fresh wound simultaneously ripping open and mending? Her own death? All of it at once as the person in her arms solidified every one of the impossible things Obediah had been trying to impress upon her.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Trinity managed, her voice a mess through her tears. Nothing had happened like it was supposed to. Their lives weren't supposed to hurt like this.