[Pacifica bites her lower lip, taking that gesture of his as an answer. She sits there helpless for a few moments more before kicking off her shoes, moving back on the bed a bit. She comes behind him, sitting on her knees, and wraps her arms around him in an embrace. Her forehead presses against the nape of his neck as she stays there. Honestly, it's all that she can think of doing: holding him in attempts to be comforting. Consoling. To let him know that everything will be okay and that they'll figure something out and—

She doesn't know these things for sure though, but optimism has always been on her side thus far. She doesn't know why it wouldn't be now.

Her hold on him tightens slightly as she holds him closer, trying to formulate some type of verbal response other than her physical actions. When she speaks, her voice is somewhat shaky and quiet, as if she's uncertain about her words. In all honesty, she's not exactly sure how it'll help, but she says them nonetheless, adjusting her grip on him.]

...It's okay to cry, you know. It'll get everything off your chest, and you'll feel better.

I'm still here for you. I won't leave until you want me to, because... we're in this together, you know?