Let you down

Theory struggled to find equivalencies between their experiences. She wanted to be able to say of course, I know how you feel and your pain is my pain, let me carry it for you. But neither of those things were true. While the pack's safety weighed heavily upon her - and had since she was so very, very young - she had never been on the cusp of parenthood only to have it snatched cruelly away. There were no similarities. She had no advice to offer. This was much bigger than she had anticipated. Nonetheless, she tried to be there for him. She let him break apart on her shoulder and she fiercely met his touch with her own, as if to say yes, I am here. There was little else she could do. "I don't want to say... the wrong thing," she managed at last, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. His hurt was so impossible, so unreal to her. Theo sucked in a breath and steadied herself to be a better surface to cry on. Sturdier. More reliable. "Is there anything I can do for you? For Twig?" For a moment she debated offering to cut his patrols so he would have more time to spend with Twig, but she stopped short of it. How had this effected their relationship? Maybe they didn't need time together right now. How did you begin to heal from this?