Wrapping the arm not trapped beneath her around him, she squeezed him gently, closing her eyes in the quiet moment, still feeling incredibly guilty about asking.

When he spoke next, Febs held her breath without realizing. She listened, barely moving, though subconsciously she tried to provide some kind of comfort physically any way she could. It was heartbreaking to hear, though she now understood his reaction the other night a bit better. It made her feel even more guilty.

"Thank you for telling me," She sniffled quietly. "I'm so sorry, Love." She was truly sorry for the circumstances. It sounded like a situation in which everyone was bound to lose. It must have been an incredibly difficult choice on his mother's part, but it didn't excuse abandoning him.

That thought made her feel ridiculously hypocritical.  

Well, now he was stuck with her until he decided otherwise. Waiting a brief moment to make sure he had nothing else to add, Febs leaned back enough to kiss him softly.