Ah. Grey nods. He knows that feeling. Often where he was before here, people he cared about would disappear all the time. It was disconcerting to say the least; he hadn't liked it at all. And that hadn't even been someone he'd felt terribly close to. If he were without Cinna ...
The very idea chills him.
It would be nice if he could promise he wouldn't leave, but that would be something he's not entirely sure of, so he doesn't try to promise that.
He does, though, offer his hand palm up, if she wants a squeeze or something's hand to hold for a while. He knows that that can be comforting for him at least.
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The very idea chills him.
It would be nice if he could promise he wouldn't leave, but that would be something he's not entirely sure of, so he doesn't try to promise that.
He does, though, offer his hand palm up, if she wants a squeeze or something's hand to hold for a while. He knows that that can be comforting for him at least.