Bill held on as soon as she clung to her. His hand went to her hair and he shushed her softly, slipping into the apartment without moving her much, and closing the door behind him. "Shh, fairybug, shh. M'here now." His tone was soft and warm and comforting, and with the bit of a snack he had just before coming here, he was also somewhat warmer than the night before.
He slowly lifted her chin and tutted, "Navi, luv," he started, shaking his head and using the sleeve of his jacket to daub away the running eyeliner and tears from her cheeks, "you're a strong girl, what're you doin', with all these tears?"