She seemed so sad about the cup, and as she explained, he realized why. It was just one more loss on top of everything else she'd just been through. One more thing.
He didn't move or move her away, just held out his hand and the pieces rose to meet his palm. He held the broken shards, looking at them. Held them where Zoe could see them, too.
"Can be fixed real easy, darlin." It was such a small thing, such a simple thing for him to do. To knit back together the parts that had separated. He might not have altered Zoe's life in other ways, but this was tiny. This was like making sure he never ran out of cigarettes. It wasn't even on the level of him keeping his figure trim or the decision he'd made to never be tired again. "You just say the word, and I'll put it back together."
His voice was soft and his arm was around her shoulders, holding her close. There were so many things that he could do for her, that he was unwilling to do, he hoped that she allowed him this.