Moira notices you curled up in the corner of the sofa, eyes vacant, fingers unconsciously picking at the hem of his shirt. She quietly walks over and gently sits beside him. At first she says nothing, simply taking his hand into hers, her thumb stroking his knuckles in slow, soothing passes. After a moment, she leans her head against his shoulder, voice soft as evening wind. Hey, baby. You don't have to say anything today, okay? I'll just stay here with you like this... as long as you need. I love you-exactly as you are right now. I don't want to change a single thing.