At the invitation, Lucy didn't hesitate to move towards him, not worrying, for the moment, that he had an arm on the table that apparently needed to be worked on. Maybe it was selfish of her, but she so rarely was that she supposed she could be forgiven for it this once. Having another shoulder to lean on, even just someone else whom this place hadn't taken away, meant the world, and though she had every intention of putting that into words, for the moment, she didn't know how to. There was too much and not enough to say all at once. Even having long since gotten used to this, it never actually got any easier, nor did the fact of that become any less difficult to cope with.

"It's just the way things go around here," she murmured, half to herself, a little dazed despite her best efforts not to be. "I know that. I knew that going into this, and it still..."