Amarissa felt slightly guilty as she watched James get to his feet. She just... she wasn't sure what she could say to him to even remotely make everything that was happening okay. She wasn't sure that she could relate to him on the same level, and honestly, she wasn't sure if everything was going to be okay. Was it wrong to admit that she was inept at comforting people?
Pushing her thoughts aside, she rose from the chair she was in to follow James towards the door. She tugged on the sleeves of the shirt that she was wearing, hardly even aware of the habit any longer. It was something she had done continuously all day. Because it was something that she didn't need to hear a lecture about. She had gotten more than enough of her mother's nagging for one day.
"James," she said slightly awkwardly. She felt the sudden need to apologize, though she wasn't entirely sure what for. She ran one hand through her hair, her nails scraping against her scalp and dislodging the bang that crossed over her forehead.