After all that awkward maneuvering, there's something beautifully simple about just pulling him in, one arm snug around his shoulders, her other hand rubbing his back. It's what she's wanted to do this whole bloody time, really, and it's a relief when he allows it, crumpling against her shoulder and letting himself weep. Goodness knows how they've been coping — if he's even allowed himself this before — but he can have it now. It's the least she can offer.
Greta loosens her hold as he starts to draw back, tsking again in response to any notion of her being angry with him. "Don't be silly," she says, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze before releasing him.
She does sit, mostly because she knows the value of fussing over someone else when you're the one truly struggling. "I'm all right," she replies. "We all miss you, of course, but we're muddling along."
They could keep muddling along, too, though she's hesitant to say as much when part of her motivation for coming here was to try and coax him back to work, for his sake as much as theirs. "What about you?" she asks carefully. "And Edgar?"
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Date: 2020-08-01 08:50 pm (UTC)Greta loosens her hold as he starts to draw back, tsking again in response to any notion of her being angry with him. "Don't be silly," she says, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze before releasing him.
She does sit, mostly because she knows the value of fussing over someone else when you're the one truly struggling. "I'm all right," she replies. "We all miss you, of course, but we're muddling along."
They could keep muddling along, too, though she's hesitant to say as much when part of her motivation for coming here was to try and coax him back to work, for his sake as much as theirs. "What about you?" she asks carefully. "And Edgar?"