He cupped her upper arms, rubbing gently. "It's okay," he said softly, pulling her into his arms and tucking her to his chest.
"I just thought... you know since you love him and such you'd want to be with him. I think you deserve a lot fucking better than him, but I don't want you to think I am going to hold you back if that's what you wanted."
He stroked her hair, giving her what comfort he could. He reluctantly pulled back when the cashier called his name, needing him to sign the credit slip on his card.