"That.. Works.." Elizabeth answered quietly, releasing her hard grip on the table to carefully walk towards the doorway so she could cross to the living room, but right when she got to Tabbi she tripped forward, and out of reflex clung to the woman to keep herself upright, almost in a hug it would've appeared, though also accompanied by a small yelp of surprise.<br/><br/>But before she could push herself away, she simply started crying and her arms around Tabbi tightened so it really might as well have been a hug then, her face against the other's shoulder as her own shoulders shook from her quiet, near silent crying. Growing up, she'd been told to be tough. You couldn't cry from a wound that wasn't showing, a wound that was only mentally and emotionally but not physically. And even from those pains, she was told not to cry. From all those years of being told to, 'toughen up', she hadn't gotten the chance to cry. But now.. She felt as though it didn't matter. Tabbi didn't seem to judge her.