Grief was not supposed to be something known intimately. Especially not by a mortal.

Despite that, there you stood, a smile on your face as you extended your hand for him. His heart ached for you, a feeling he had not even realised he was capable of until he met you. You were so young, still, and yet you could read him so viscerally. He feared for you, terrified of what might happen should he not intervene. So here Grief was, learning what it meant to be a friend. He didn't want to fail you.