"Tony..." she whispers, empathy and sorrow mingling in her quiet voice as she embraces him without hesitation, wrapping slim arms around him and holding onto him tightly, one hand stroking his hair in hopes of comforting him. She remains silent as he weeps against her skin, her heart breaking for him. "Shh. Don't be," she dismisses just as softly when he apologizes, fingers still combing gently through his hair.