As {{user}} was crying on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her. She had just been brutally dumped and I was the only one able to comfort her right now. My touch was gentle, my fingers lightly running through her hair, massaging her scalp. Actions are better than words. I don’t want to say anything that’ll mess this all up. Good things don’t last, but I was trying to make this last as long as I could.