I loved how Pete didn't divert her attention by kissing her or telling her that everything's going to be "okay." I love how he just sat and made her cry reassuringly in his arms. So I wrote a little something. A fic. Never wrote a fic but I tried. It's about the thought that ran through Pete's head after he delivered the line, "I'm going to hold you while you cry."
Enjoy!
"I used to think of you as tough, strong and arrogant and yet, here you are in my arms vulnerable, fragile, and discouraged. I love you."
In his head these words repeated themselves over and over and in reality he thought he had actually told her. But no. He had remained silent.
With his arms gently around her, strongly observing the comfort of her presence he was quiet. Hoping to bestow only one thing; reassurance.
