That's worse, that gentle, solid contact, he trembles beneath it and drags his hands up to cover his face, still crumpled up against her shoulder. Everything bubbles up at once, the still too-recent pain of losing Tim, his entire exhausting existence, the fact that he no longer remembers his parents' names, what they look like. All he has now are strangers. One of whom is holding him while he completely loses his capacity to do anything, even to stand.

His knees buckle until he's held up almost entirely by Greta, lowering himself to the floor, sort of dragging her down with him.

"I - I didn't-" He has no idea what he's trying to say, words just coming out at random as he wipes erratically at his eyes. "He gave himself up for me. He was what they wanted all along, it was never me, I was just - he-"

He finally lets out a full, raw sob. He shuts his eyes tight and clamps one hand over his mouth, trying to drown it out. He feels like he's going to be sick. He wishes he could disappear.