And there it was. As he wandered through the apartment, Death quietly watched him. She might have been counting down the seconds to him breaking down. Once he had, she was by his side, without so much as a moment of hesitation stopping her.
Words seemed more than a little useless as Jason started to shake. An apology just couldn't do this situation justice. So she held her tongue and simply reached out. Her arms didn't go around him. They probably would, but she didn't embrace him right away. First, she just laid her hand against his arm. Her touch was cool and light. She waited for him to move or to speak or for the wail of sorrow that was due any moment now.