[ If his eyes are closed - if his mind is elsewhere - he might not notice what she's doing with her hands until they're cupping his face. With unbelievable tenderness she smoothes her thumbs over his cheeks, brushing away his tears. ]

Don't cry.

[ One of her hands slips behind his head so she can gently tug him down and press his forehead to hers. ]

I'm right here. And I -- I'm never going to leave you alone, either. I ... as long as I'm here, in this city... I'm always going to be with you. So don't cry.

[ She sees his sorrow. She feels it like it is her own. And she won't let him be alone in it. ]