Nate had no words, at that point, and just clung to Sophie. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were glassy and his mouth was open in a silent sob. His hands gripped her shoulders, holding on to her, as if for life.
Eliot pulled his gaze away, feeling like he was watching a train wreck. "Yeah. Uh. Yeah." He took a step back, moving toward the door. "Give them a minute," he nodded, trying not to look at the scene happening inside the room.