He turns into her hand when she touches him, and then he's embracing her all over again, folding her against his chest while she fractures his heart with her sobs.

She tried, he wants to tell her; it was too much, or he did it wrong, but she still tried. That's more than she's been able to do for weeks -- far more -- and even what they're doing right now, just holding each other, is something she couldn't have managed then. Blue is coming back to him, he's sure of it. But he himself knows how easy it is to get lost in the dark along the way.

Omega tucks her against his shoulder and rests his cheek against her hair. If she wasn't with him, the hatred he feels would be too great to withstand; there has to be something on this earth against which he can vent his rage, and by god he would find it, if not for her. He won't go anywhere unless she's beside him, and even without trying, she keeps the animal in him at bay, tethered to her as guardian and protector instead of a beast of pure destruction.

He strokes her hair down her back, the black waterfall cool to the touch as it dries. There's nothing he can do but let her cry.