Re: log, Manhattan: Sharon C/Steve R
Sharon breathed with him, solidarity, and she knew it would do her some good as well. She'd been on her feet for close to 13 hours by this point, and the deep breaths were becoming as important as coffee was to her. She liked seeing his smile, as strained as it may have been - it was something. He was there and he was involved in the moment. It became easy for people like them to lose themselves in what they did. Their jobs, their responsibilities, the weight of not being able to solve it all immediately.
She stepped into the embrace, arms moving around him, even reaching up a bit on the balls of her feet to get closer. She took a few more deep breaths of her own, arms tightening around him, her body relaxing in the comfort of strong arms and a sturdy body. "No. But I'm a little better now," she answered almost a soft mumble from her safe tucked spat against him. She was assuming he understood her statement, they took what they could when they could. And when the world was attempting to unravel and fall apart, small moments like this mattered. Not just to those afraid and helpless, but also to those trying to keep it together. "You?" she doubted his answer would vary much, but she hoped for equal honesty at the very least.