[That... tears it. His expression just crumbles. Like he's been punched or otherwise physically struck.]

It... it does. It does feel that way without him here... I never thought -- I never thought living without him would --

[And he can't get the words out anymore. His throat feels as if it's choked, and his vision has gone blurry with -- water?]

[He doesn't resist the hug. He stands there, leaning into it for want of anything better to do with himself.]

Does that... does that help you?