[Were there a hit to take, were she to lash out in any way, he would take it gladly. Make himself whatever she needed in order to cope, be it someone to abuse or someone to scream out her pain to. Though it was not her way to do either Zevran knew well how grief drives a person to act out of character. He did not know what it was she would do or would need. Yet he was here all the same. For her.
It's an odd sensation for him. To care this much. To wish violence against something that was not in his control for no reason other than it has upset someone he knows. He doesn't know what to do with this feeling, this sentiment. So like he ever has and ever will, he ignores it.
His confusion doesn't matter right now.]
You can cry, Solano. No one is here to judge you for it.
[Least of all him. He stepped forward, hands resting against her shoulders, offering an embrace should she need it.]
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It's an odd sensation for him. To care this much. To wish violence against something that was not in his control for no reason other than it has upset someone he knows. He doesn't know what to do with this feeling, this sentiment. So like he ever has and ever will, he ignores it.
His confusion doesn't matter right now.]
You can cry, Solano. No one is here to judge you for it.
[Least of all him. He stepped forward, hands resting against her shoulders, offering an embrace should she need it.]