[ And it comes back to whether or not John Childermass is capable of comforting someone. He does not hand out pity to anyone, especially not those who have dug their own grave, but that said, he isn't entirely without some empathy. Lord knows it would make no sense for anyone else to care about him otherwise.
So there is a quiet moment, where he weighs what to do, what not to, how much time this may waste, if it's worthwhile, then he makes the careful, long-striding steps to get from where he is to where she is. Or close to, anyway. There's only so much space to sit on the section she's hunkered down on, which means he'll settle down to sit on the one next to her instead. ]
How do you remember it? What happened then?
[ It isn't comfort, per se, but he's willing to listen. ]
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So there is a quiet moment, where he weighs what to do, what not to, how much time this may waste, if it's worthwhile, then he makes the careful, long-striding steps to get from where he is to where she is. Or close to, anyway. There's only so much space to sit on the section she's hunkered down on, which means he'll settle down to sit on the one next to her instead. ]
How do you remember it? What happened then?
[ It isn't comfort, per se, but he's willing to listen. ]