Two Strides. That's all it would take him. Just two strides.
He could take those two strides and comfort her, he could wrap his arms around her. He could place a kiss upon her head, or perhaps her lips and risk her hitting him over the head. He could whisper apologies for her loss in her ear, or maybe ask if she wishes his company when the other mourners leave.
He could do any of that. He wants to do that.
So why can't he take those steps?
His mind whispers viciously back to him, to his heart, 'She's human'