He then did something he didn't often do -- he stepped forward and wrapped Montparnasse in a hug. Not a soft one that lovers exchange when one walks in the door, not a gut-squeezing one when they had seen each other for the first time in awhile. This was firm, but warm in all the best ways, save for the circumstances. "This has nothing to do with you," said he. "There's nothing you could have done to prevent this."
Montparnasse had never been one for hugs. They made him feel uncomfortable, suffocated- but this, this was different. He tensed up at first but relaxed after a moment, wrapping his arms around the man, burying his face in his chest. Though he didn't believe what the man said, it was nice to hear "Thank you" he mumbled, tears trickling down his face