He was woken up by the sound of rain hitting the window pane, and by her irregular breathing at his back. It took him a moment to take in what was happening, and when he did he felt a strange tug at his chest. She was crying, wasn't she? Should he say something or ignore it, pretend he hadn't heard? Would she want to be comforted, or would she prefer to cry in silence, and act as though it had never happened?
He frowned. What could he say to her anyway? He didn't know what to say in situations like this; until recently he hadn't even understood, not really. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something to say, but his mind was blank. It was something he was just too unfamiliar with. He couldn't comfort anyone.
The decision was made for him; he was silent.