He didn't even notice that they had moved, but when Anne hugged him he raised his long enough to bury his face into her neck, the tears still flowing. He'd suppressed his true feelings for so long, just being able to have someone hold him while he released all of the emotion was cathartic in and of itself.
He stayed that way for a very long time, until he had no more tears left in him. Finally, he managed to sit up, wiping his eyes, too drained even to be embarrassed. He wasn't eating well, he wasn't sleeping well, he wasn't doing anything well. Even his company was suffering, and he couldn't muster up the ability to care.
He blinked at the sudden brightness, looking around slowly, raising a hand to shield his eyes. He didn't thank Anne, because words would be inadequate. He assumed she knew, anyway.