She really needed to stop worrying about his shirts. They would dry and he didn't care if they got soaked in the process of her grieving over the premature death of a friend.

One of his hands drifted into her hair and he massaged her scalp lightly, just trying to keep some sort of soothing contact with her while she cried. She wasn't weak. She was sad. And Bod thought it was perfectly deserved right now.