It's more than she can handle, seeing such an expression on his face. The glass is set down and Disciple doe something she's wanted to since his death.

She leans over and wordlessly hugs him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. How she wishes she knew what she could do, how she wishes there was something that could wash away the pain and anguish in his eyes, to give him the direction he needs.

She loves him so. She loves him so damn much. It hasn't lessened in the slightest over these years, and it hasn't lessened in the slightest despite what he has said and done.

And it's killing her by inches to see him like this, but Disciple will do what she does best: listen, and stay by his side.