Relieved that she would not have to be the one to break the news this time, Elsie took a few deep breaths, but couldn't unwind her arms from around her husband. He was the only thing keeping her upright and if she let go she would certainly collapse.

She kept her face pressed into his shoulder, nodding as he spoke. "Please, I can't do this by myself." She hadn't last time either. He'd hovered around her in the weeks after Bentley's death, always there in her periphery, ready when she needed him without even having to ask. This time she was going to lean on him more heavily, because this was heavier and harder and it felt far more surreal.

"We should bring Bentley with us," She decided, mumbled into his shirt. The baby was a good distraction from the sadness and who knew how long they would be, it would be unfair to ask Miss Halliwell to stay late. Plus he was too little to know what was going on. "I'll get his things together while you change." Baby steps, simple, quick milestones they could manage until things got easier. Reluctantly she finally let go and wiped her eyes, wholly unprepared for this, but moving to do it anyway.