<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron wrapped his arms around her blindly, burying his face in her hair.  He would not have cared who walked in the door then -- could not give one iota of concern for what anyone else thought.  He sobbed into Gwen's hair, mumbling words that wouldn't make sense to anyone as he struggled with grief and guilt and <i>pain</i> the likes of which he'd never known.<br/>
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It wasn't so much that the pain eased as he simply did not have the strength to continue to sob.  He still crouched there, his arms tight around Gwen.  "I loved them as well.  I hope -- I hope they knew.  I hope that... it had been so very long since I'd seen them and -- Gods."  He rubbed at his eyes irritably, ashamed of his outburst.  "I am sorry, my love.  I should not burden you with this.  I know that you suffer as much and more.  They were your -- your family."  His voice broke again and he clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to cry anymore.</span></span>