She wasn't expecting him to do anything for her. To be honest she didn't know what he could do really. She was used to being alone and dealing with her grief in her own way. Still when he came over to her, she was still and didn't shy away from him like last time when he reached out to touch her.
"Sorry," she mumbled, brushing her hand over the other side of her face. "You must be tired of me crying all the time. I know I am.." it seemed like lately she'd just been full of tears, thankfully none were his doing. Not really.