Tentatively, she approached him from behind, her heart aching for him. The weight of his pain propelled her forward, overriding any hesitation. Unable to stop herself, Claire wrapped her arms around his waist gently, hoping to offer some form of comfort. Resting her cheek against his bowed back, she could feel the dampness of his sweat-soaked shirt and the residual tremors that coursed through his body. It was a silent gesture, an embrace that spoke volumes, conveying her genuine remorse and the depth of her empathy.