She might not have noticed his crying if it hadn't been for how attuned she is to him through her power. Those minute vibrations travel back to her and she lasts only a few seconds before she, too, is crying. Inching closer, she wraps her arm around him, pressing her back to his, and everywhere they touch that gently soothing vibration continues. It's her own frequency now, amplified the tiniest bit to reach him.

Words refuse to come. All she can do is hold on and cry with him, something in her breaking more with every second that passes. He doesn't deserve this.