Bobby wasn't much good at comfort, in fact, his usual tactic was something more along the lines of 'suck it up, buttercup'. But he also wasn't an idiot, and knew that this was a situation that called for somewhat more finesse than that.
His brow furrowed, setting his glass down and looping an arm around Mary's shoulders, drawing her close, "Hey hey hey, c'mere." He still wasn't much good at hugs, but at least he was trying, which had to be worth something, anyway.