04-08-2014, 07:49 PM
In the midst of conversation, Jensen heard the first groan of emotion. When he looked to the man alongside, Connor's initial break quickly deteriorated into full mourning. Jensen's heart broke for the man. He was powerless to offer comfort. He couldn't explain what had happened. He was quite literally helpless, although providing help was the one thing he wished he could give.
He put his arm around Connor, and stroked the man's back wordlessly. There was little he could say that would ease his grief, but he did find himself muttering prayer. Jensen consoled many a grieving parishioner in the past, but the words felt empty as he said them. His mind could never quite splinter the doubts planted by Aria.
Connor took a deep breath, and Jensen found himself relieved. "You need not apologize for grief, Connor."
Jensen sought out the man's eye, his own weighted with his past. "We all have losses to grieve. Yours is still hot, and rightly so."
He put his arm around Connor, and stroked the man's back wordlessly. There was little he could say that would ease his grief, but he did find himself muttering prayer. Jensen consoled many a grieving parishioner in the past, but the words felt empty as he said them. His mind could never quite splinter the doubts planted by Aria.
Connor took a deep breath, and Jensen found himself relieved. "You need not apologize for grief, Connor."
Jensen sought out the man's eye, his own weighted with his past. "We all have losses to grieve. Yours is still hot, and rightly so."