She didn't even have to speak, and she was grateful for that. All she knew was, she needed someone with her. She didn't want to be alone. Not then. As much as she loved the people in her life, they each had their own people to grieve for. Even John, as much as she cared for him, couldn't be what she needed just then. It wasn't his fault and she knew it and she loved him anyway. But right then, she needed someone stronger than she was. Guy could be that. For all of his faults, and she wasn't blind, she knew he had them, he was a strong man.
Which is why she easily stepped into his embrace, and finally allowed herself to cry. Not hard. Not the gut-wrenching sobs she'd shed when she'd been torn from the Doctor. This woman grew harder with every loss she faced. Jackie had once said she was changing and she knew now, more than ever, that her mother was right. What would happen if one day, the compassionate woman who'd loved so deeply and cared so much for strangers, just disappeared? Then what?
Her arms circled his waist and she rested her face against his chest, breathing him in. She'd needed this more than even she'd known. Her mind had known it, even if she hadn't fully grasped it. "She always was. Probably even more than me." The words were soft, and she didn't look at him, not yet. "She'd been here before. We were friends, then, too. I was afraid she'd come back not liking me but she did..." She took a deep breath, then, and simply closed her eyes.