[And he's just going to kind of gather her close in a hug. Boy, he's doing this a lot- but he doesn't mind. It's...cathartic for him, too. Feeling like he's doing something for the kids, even if it's just being a shoulder to cry on - or in to.
This time, though, he doesn't know what to say. Or sing. Not a note comes out of him as he just sort of...holds her, and lets her cry. Maybe, sometimes...there isn't something to fill the silence, just what silent comfort that can be offered.]
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This time, though, he doesn't know what to say. Or sing. Not a note comes out of him as he just sort of...holds her, and lets her cry. Maybe, sometimes...there isn't something to fill the silence, just what silent comfort that can be offered.]