I know you aren't any of the shitty things you say about yourself. That's good enough for me.

[He's still not sure what to do for her, but there's a part of him that can recognize frustration when he sees it, and fear, and sadness. She keeps everything inside, because if she shows it, it'd make her look weak. Maybe he gets it better than either of them think.

He's still tempting fate when he reaches out, wrapping his arms loosely around her shoulders and pulling her into a rough sort of hug. He doesn't know how to be comforting. He doesn't know how to really do anything but encourage people with his words, to goad them into action, into better tomorrows. But hadn't he done something like this before for Simon? Just a simple touch, to know that someone else was there. Maybe that'll be enough.]