She just sat there on the ground, crying. Ginger was not a crier. And she definitely never cried in front of people, not even Peter. She kept things like that to herself because she hated to seem weak, but this, all of this, was far too much all at once. She hadn't noticed him sit down next to her, her face still buried in her hands as she tried to force herself to calm down, which seemed to work in reverse and make it all worse. So, when he put his arm around her, it startled her and she looked up to see him there. All pain and guilt and falling apart almost as much as she was. It hurt, seeing him that way. But it hurt more knowing he was the one causing her to be this way. Because she never really realized how much his she had allowed herself to be. And all of this, here, and now, it was crushing her. There were a million things she wanted to say, but she couldn't make her voice work, too choked up by her own tears. So instead, she just leaned against him, hid her face in his side, and stayed quiet.