Charlie finally stood and walked around the desk, pulling a few tissues out of the box. He stopped, looking down at her before he taking a lean against her desk very close by. One hand rested on her knee. The other with the tissues rested for a moment on the chair before he turned her to face him.
"He's fun. A nice distraction. He's not Simon. Then again, Simon wouldn't be Simon if he came back. Simon would be Simon, just not your Simon. Though if the man weren't willing to fight for you, I don't know if he could be considered your Simon. Yet, if he loved you, and he walked away, perhaps he walked away for a good reason, not because he didn't love you."
His hand gently caught her chin to lift it. Charlie gave her a soft understanding smile. He had felt a loss much like hers, a few like hers actually. When he got out of prison, he had to face the reality of life without is wife, and life without his lawyer whom he'd grown quite fond of. His love had shifted from those women to another, and while it wasn't the same, not exactly, he'd seen it as love. He felt the same for Jennifer, somewhat. It wasn't the exact same; there was something different.
"You will deal if it happens. You can deal if it happens." He started to clean up her face so very carefully. "You will grow."