"Gobo, I didn't mean it like-" She wasn't even sure what he'd thought her intentions had been, though. A part of her - a very small part - felt frustrated and defensive at his snapping, but she was able to ignore it, and instead pay attention to how upsetting this all was for him.
There were so many things she could say. She could tell him that everyone felt fear in this situations, or reassure him that she was there, or... Countless others, but she knew they wouldn't help him, just as they wouldn't help her. They'd just feel like empty gestures.
Instead, she ducked her head a bit and looked right into his eyes, her gaze steady. "I get it. I know I probably can't make this feel okay, no matter how much I want to. So what can I do? Whatever you need from me, Gobo. You've got it."
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There were so many things she could say. She could tell him that everyone felt fear in this situations, or reassure him that she was there, or... Countless others, but she knew they wouldn't help him, just as they wouldn't help her. They'd just feel like empty gestures.
Instead, she ducked her head a bit and looked right into his eyes, her gaze steady. "I get it. I know I probably can't make this feel okay, no matter how much I want to. So what can I do? Whatever you need from me, Gobo. You've got it."