Martha's heart sank as she watched her friend fall apart. She'd seen him in pieces before, but never like this. She pulled him in for a closer hug, feeling that the contact was probably what he needed most, and she used her other hand to stroke his hair in a comforting manner.
"I would never have left if I could have helped it, Remi, I hope you know that. And I'm here now, and I won't leave unless I'm dead. Which hopefully won't be anytime soon."
His attempts at joking had failed him. He looked like a child who so desperately needed his mother. Martha wasn't a mother, but sisterly love was the next best thing, right? She leaned back again.
"Why don't we go for a walk? Maybe it'll help you clear your head."
"I would never have left if I could have helped it, Remi, I hope you know that. And I'm here now, and I won't leave unless I'm dead. Which hopefully won't be anytime soon."
His attempts at joking had failed him. He looked like a child who so desperately needed his mother. Martha wasn't a mother, but sisterly love was the next best thing, right? She leaned back again.
"Why don't we go for a walk? Maybe it'll help you clear your head."
