The mumbled comment didn't go unnoticed by Scott, but he didn't say anything about it. She was right. Unfortunately, these days there always seemed to be more to be added on top of every other thing on his already too-full plate. But that, he'd since figured out, was just the way it was.
"Not your fault," he muttered softly, leaning against her again, but this time he didn't cling to her. He was just really, really glad she was here. Scott could guess what she was thinking, wishing it hadn't happened at all, that she had some magic fix-all solution for everything since it had happened, but knowing she couldn't really do anything at all. "It's okay," he mumbled in response to the unspoken assumptions, "you being here helps." Maybe not enough to take all of his pain way or make everything okay again, but the simple presence of his mother did help.