It worried her, that he said nothing, and unconsciously, she held him just a little tighter. For once she wasn't thinking about what someone else might think or if it was the sort of thing Tohru might do. She just hoped it was the right thing for Bridget. It didn't matter if he cried, boys might not shed tears as often as she did, but she knew she always felt better after she'd had herself a good cry.

This time, she said nothing. Maybe right now, she didn't need a story or the right words or a perfect meal. Maybe this was enough.