[He can't help punching the door again because her admitting it is so much worse. It makes things real, it makes it so much worse to know that she's cracking and he can't lean on her.
But he can help her, can help her cope with it all and he turns to look at her, pain from his loss written all across his face and tears almost there in his eyes.
It takes him all but a moment to cave and carefully go back to her, that limp still there.]
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But he can help her, can help her cope with it all and he turns to look at her, pain from his loss written all across his face and tears almost there in his eyes.
It takes him all but a moment to cave and carefully go back to her, that limp still there.]
Then let me help, Catherine.