A/N This is Linus getting over the deepest part of his grief for his late engineer/driver Henry. I edited the previous chapter, added a bit to it.

Linus was in grief. He puffed around his new home with the saddest look on his face, crying with the people he trusted around and also Henry. Because of the green mixed-traffic engine's name, Linus's eyes grew moist when he was around. He cried and wailed himself to sleep and woke up in tears. Whenever he was still, the wailing sobs and streaming tears came, straight from his broken heart. He sniffled, long and loud as his sobs wracked his frame.

Linus's crew arrived in the morning after his first night in the shed and found him in tears, so his driver, who got there first, comforted the little engine. "There, there, Linus," he said, climbing on his engine's buffers and softly drying his tears with a cloth. "I know you're broken-hearted, so let it all out. I'm here for you, with your hanky. Let the pain out through your eyes. Sadness falling down your face just means I need to wipe the tears from your eyes.". He gently rubbed his engine's sodden cheeks and wiped his streaming eyes, showing his concern as he thought of an inspirational vision.

Thomas, once he had enough steam, gave Linus a buffer press.

Linus cried more, giving another wailing sob as fresh tears filled his eyes. He sniffled again, hard, coughed as he choked on his sobs and hiccupped. He gasped and gulped, shaking as his tears poured out of his eyes, not once stopping and let his driver comfort him.

He said, as he continued to wipe the tears away, "I got enough care and compassion to always support you when you need to vent. If you need comfort, just cry to me whenever you feel the need and I'm with you. I care so much about you. Bawl your eyes out freely, whenever you feel the need and I'll dry them when here". He pressed the cloth to his engine's eyes and wiped all his tears away as best he could, offering his empathy and comfort as he tried to see from numerous perspectives, looking for deeper layers and the big picture and thinking of a way to help Linus see from a new perspective.

Linus's wailing went on until he had no more tears left. His driver dried his last tears away, wiping his cheeks and eyes dry of tears, then went to the cab with the sodden cloth. Linus's face was all red and his eyes were flame-red and puffy from his tears. Thomas shunted him to the water column for a drink.

Later on, Linus was on a siding, full of grief and sorrow because he missed his old Henry. Why do I have to be here with an engine with the same name as the one who drove me? he thought. As his eyes grew moist with tears and he began to cry, wailing his broken heart out, he heard somone. His face was covered in thick tears and he sniffled, long and loud.

"My name's Sophie", she said. "One of your passengers.". She, seeing his wet eyes, climbed on his buffers and pulled out a big white handkerchief to dry his tears. "There, there, Linus. I'm told your driver on your old railway, Henry, died, so just let it all out. I saw the tears in your eyes fall, so here I am with my hanky to wipe your tears." She rubbed his sodden cheeks and wiped his streaming eyes, listening attentively, trying to pick up on his values and cues.

Linus kept wailing, more tears coming from his eyes. He sniffled again hard, coughed as he choked on his wailing sobs and hiccupped. He gasped and gulped, as he wept non-stop, torrents of tears pouring from his eyes as Sophie offered her comfort.

She said, as she continued to wipe his tears away, "I'm not afraid or ashamed of emotion, so I accept you need to cry. Just cry it out into my hanky, Linus, because I'm here for you. Feel how you feel and I shall dry your eyes. I'm someone who knows nothing provides relief like sobbing. I've shed a great many tears because I'm a deeply feeling, sensitive soul. When I'm with any of the ones I love and I've got emotion to express and need tears, I openly wipe my eyes. If I was crying like you, I'd have to blow my nose, because it gets all runny and stuffed up when I have a good cry. I guess you engines don't work like that when tears flood your eyes. Emotions, to me, are personal and an important part of life. I'm caring and affectionate, so I want to be supportive, but I also like to cheer others up. I've got to use my emotions to understand others and find someone who's always negative frustrating. But I'm comfortable enough with emotions to comfort someone who's a friend in emotional pain over something, like me wiping away your tears now with my hanky made of the softest cotton in the world.". She held her hanky to his eyes and wiped all his tears away as best she could.

Linus's tears were endless, the wailing sobs wracking his frame until he could no longer cry. Sophie dried his last tears away, patting any stray huge water droplet from his cheeks and dapping tears in his eyes away until they were dry. She put her sodden handkerchief in her bag and left. His face was red and his sore and swollen eyes were flame-red from his crying. After his crew came back from their break, they gave him a drink.

Another day, when Linus was sad with his crew on break, the Hatts comforted him. Lady Hatt was meeting her husband, because he needed her help with a railway event.

Lady Hatt met her husband outside his office and they saw Linus with tears in his eyes as he began to cry, wailing loudly and sniffling. His face was wet with tears. She climbed on his buffers and pulled a white handkerchief to softtly dry his tears. "Poor Linus," she said, as she gently rubbed his sodden cheeks and wiped his tear-wet eyes. "Let it all out. I know how much you're in grief, so I'm here for you. You can rely on me to dry your eyes." Her voice was soft, filled with empathy and compassion and she gave him a sympathetic smile.

Linus cried more, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. He sniffled again, hard, coughed as he choked on his wailing sobs and hiccupped. He gasped and gulped, shaking as his tears flowed, not once stopping and let Lady Hatt comfort him.

She said, as she continued to wipe his tears away, "Linus, you're new to the railway, yet I still care about you. I just want to offer support and comfort, because I wish I could fix what's hurting you. So I shall wipe away your tears, until you feel better. I just want to be understanding, because you're hurting so dreadfully.". She pressed her hanky to his eyes and wiped all his tears away as best she could. Her hanky was eventually sodden with his tears, so she asked her husband, "Can I have your handkerchief? Mine's soaked with his tears and he can't stop crying."

Sir Topham Hatt took a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to his wife, who immediately wiped under Linus's eyes. He patted Linus's buffers, saying "I may not be the most emotional, but I love steam engines and I shall meet your needs, so you can depend on me."

Diesel went past and said, "Cry-engine! I heard there was a newcomer, but I didn't know you just bawled your eyes out all the time, except when you're pulling a train."

Linus went on weeping and wailing until he could cry no more. Lady Hatt dried his last tears away, wiping his cheeks and eyes until they were dry, then gave her husband his sopping wet handkerchief. His face was red and his eyes were flame-red and puffy from crying so hard.

Linus said, "Driver's got a cloth that's my hanky, more or less, because he uses it for my tears only and I get it drippy wet, too. I miss my old driver, Henry, so much, your engine with the same name triggers me. If we meet when I pull a train, I come to the last station with tears in my eyes, then once I'm no longer moving, I just burst into tears and can't stop crying, like I just did now. I hurt in my heart."

Lady Hatt said, "You've been sobbing as though your heart would break. My husband told me about your grief, so I understand the broken-hearted, wailing sobs." and she and her husband left to work on their parts for the event. Later on, Linus's crew came back from break and gave him a drink.

Linus recovered from his grief as much as he could. even being able to hear of the engine Henry without being sad, though the name in reference to the Henry who drove him still hurt. His Sodor friends, human and engine, did what they could during his grief to help him through it.

A/N I read Lady Hatt helps her husband occasionally, which someone suggested was things like railway events, galas and such. Next time Sophie shows up, she's the one crying to her friend Linus. In my mind, Sophie's sort of pampered, like a TvTropes Spoiled Sweet.