[His arms wrap around Ambrosia and his hands grip the material of her shirt in an subconscious effort to keep her from leaving him like so many others have done in the past. He inhales a shaky breath, worried that he is causing a scene and others might judge him for being weak.

His eyes are shut tight, blocking out everything around him. His head rests against her shoulder with his chin still down. His sobs are forced back and he's unable to speak. He hears the comfort in her voice and acknowledges it with a nod.]