Steve left the remaining beers on the end of the bed and watched her sit down. She looked small there, with her legs tucked up underneath her, perched on the bed. He wanted nothing more than to take the pain etched across her face away and to make her smile, but he couldn't.
What he could do was comfort her and be there for her, so he crawled onto the bed and sat beside her, his eyes focused all on her. He listened, and his heart broke a little to know that it was worse than just Sharon staying behind and dying in an explosion. It was always worse, wasn't it? And here -- there was nothing she could do about it. There was nothing he could do about it. There was so much about this situation that left them completely helpless. They couldn't control who came and went, when, or what they'd remember at any given time. One of those things would be hard for anyone to take. Toss in all of them at the same time? Steve couldn't blame anyone for how they reacted to it.
As she broke down, Steve reached out for her and pulled her towards him. "Hey, come here..." His brow furrowed and he pressed a kiss against her hair. "It's going to be okay," he murmured. He knew that nothing he could say would fix what had happened, or how she felt, but since he couldn't do much about that, this was all he had to give. As difficult as he imagined it was for her, he was glad that she'd come to him with this. "I'll help you through this."