C31 Comfort

Clinton pov:

I don't know why I feel like my hand has a mind of its own. My arms willingly hugged my enemy to comfort Karen. I slowly rubbed her back, while I let her head lean on my shoulder. I could feel the weight she brings to her chest whether she admits it to me or not. I know that she has a serious problem but what is her problem?

She must be in too much pain to cry like that now