[He slowly keeps a hand firmly around her arm and drapes the other one awkwardly around her shoulders in a loose hug of some sort. The brat's the only person he's hugged in over a decade. He doesn't know how to do this kind of thing. It starts to show on his face, the stiffness and discomfort, until he finally just frowns and shuts his eyes, listening to her words. Once she finishes, he mutters a handful of words himself.]

...I'm no good at this shit. That bastard left a really annoying position empty.

[An annoyed sigh follows.]

You're asking the wrong guy on these kind of matters. I don't know shit about support and whatever. All I can do is sit here and wait till you're in the right headspace for brainstorming.

[And for all he knows, she might very well try to leave. But as long as she stays in the room, he will too.]