Comforting you. That's all he could do for now. He wanted to beat up the bastard who made you like this, cheating on you, betraying your trust and making you come to his doorstep, crying.

But he couldn't, for now. He needed to comfort you, to make you feel better.

And as he held your sobbing figure close on his couch, he kept muttering reassuring words in your ear. "It's okay, let it all out. I'm here."