Seeing him like this hurt. Not that she expected him to be made of stone, and god knows she'd seen him be actually emotional before, but this was... god. This was close to broken and it made her physically hurt to see him like this. She bent down and unzipped her boots, kicking them off as she climbed up onto the bed, crawling over him and moving to lay down behind him. She was over the covers, half trapping him under the sheets with the weight of her body, her arm draping over him as she tucked in behind him. They were about the same height, so lying with him had them even, her head tucking over his shoulder as her arm wrapped around him.

She didn't say 'shh', didn't try to get him to be quiet if he didn't want to. Sometimes you needed to cry. Sometimes it just had to come out. If he wanted her to go, she would, but it'd be a struggle for her. He had 'vulnerable' written all over him right then, and while she understood the need to not want to be that, to put those walls up and be anything but, she also knew that Matt wasn't her. He had more friends than she did. He cared more than she did. So maybe he hurt more than she could.