[When she bows her head, he squeezes her shoulder briefly in reassurance. He leans in a little to her, his motion mirroring hers. He can feel how she's just barely holding everything in.

His other hand moves to take one of hers, fingers curling gently. Then he speaks - his voice quiet and kind and very sincere.] Hey - you don't have to hold back. You're grieving, of course you are. There's nothing wrong with that.

...It's all right to cry.