Fred let out a sigh. He hadn't opened another piece of baggage, and he had heard that they open by themselves. He figured it was only a matter of time until it happened to him, but he hated that Helena had gone through it first. He ran a hand through her hair, kissing the top of her head, and pulled her over to the couch so they could sit down.
"I'm so sorry Helena. Do you-How do you feel?" Horrible, likely, but it was usually related to something. He kissed her skin again, whatever skin he could find, wishing he was able to do more.