Whatever You Need
"What are you doing down there?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow. She studies the motionless figure that is Mac. He's sitting on the floor his back braced against the wall and his head in his hands.
He doesn't respond.
"Mac?" she urges him, taking a step closer. "Are you all right?"
Nothing.
"Mac, come on! You're scaring me. Say something."
He slowly lifts his head to look up at her. His nose is tinged red and there are wet trails down his cheeks. He's been crying, she realises.
Her heart aches for him as she kneels by his side. She gently brushes his tears away with the pad of her thumb. Done with that, she settles beside him. Her eyes widen at the sudden contact with the cold floor beneath her.
Mac watches her every move.
"Hey," she says. "What's going on? Do you want to talk about it?" Her tone is soft, comforting, everything his expression tells her he believes that he doesn't deserve. She wraps an arm around his shoulders in an attempt to dispel that line of thought.
He only seems to close off to her more.
"Mac?"
"I…I can't," he tries. He chews on his lower lip. Turns to lock eyes with her. "Do you mind if we just sit? Right now, I can't…"
She smiles softly, nods.
Well, that was a start, she thought to herself.
She squeezed his shoulder. "Whatever you need, Mac. Whatever you need."