He doesn't know what else to say about it, so he just sits there, closing his eyes, drawing comfort from her. He's so grateful he doesn't have to go through this alone.

Slowly the pain starts to lessen, become less urgent, less sharp. He lets himself sit there for a while longer still, allowing himself some time to just be quiet and vulnerable and just... not worrying about being positive. He feels comfortable enough with her that he can just exist alongside her.

Finally he needs to pull back, his back achy from sitting all crooked.

"I think I'm gonna hit the shower," he says quietly. He needs a little bit of alone time and to feel a bit fresher before he talks to Henry.