[Welcoming his mental embrace, she tentatively leans on his shoulder as well. Too intimate of a gesture, perhaps, for friends so new, but she cannot help but include him in her extended familial circle, especially after this. His loneliness reminds her of another's and an old tired voice echoes in her head, the voice of a man grieving for his wife, one of the last of his generation. You know what the worst part of growing old is? So many of the people you've known all your life are gone and you realize you didn't take the time to appreciate them while you still could.]
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I'm sorry too. But you're not alone now.