[Speaking doesn't seem right. What can he say? 'I'm sorry'? Sorrow does nothing. 'It'll be alright'? He doesn't know that. 'You did what you had to do'? That's not for him to say. That's for her to decide on her own.
Reid's hands twitch at his knees, hesitant, but then he tentatively--very tentatively--wraps an arm around her shoulders, inviting her to hug him or shrug him off, whichever she'd like. It's probably the first time he's actually initiated some form of contact between them, even after traveling for months together.
Reid's there, Mio. If nothing else, he's there, and he'll support you.]
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Reid's hands twitch at his knees, hesitant, but then he tentatively--very tentatively--wraps an arm around her shoulders, inviting her to hug him or shrug him off, whichever she'd like. It's probably the first time he's actually initiated some form of contact between them, even after traveling for months together.
Reid's there, Mio. If nothing else, he's there, and he'll support you.]