It felt like benediction, as his hand curled over hers and it only made it worse. Her sobbing growing harder for a second in the care he gave her. Curled in harder, the sweeter he is, the more she sobs. She can bare any kind of pain, but how gently he reassures her - that she falls to pieces at. Consistently and over again.

"He's dead. Roland's dead. It's all my fault."