<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was really surprised to see Len walk in her room and sit on her bed like that. She was frozen in place for a moment or two, her eyes locked on the young man. What should she do now? How was she supposed to help him? Could she even help at all? Emma really doubted herself, but at the same time, she really wanted to help. No, she <span style="font-style: italic">needed</span> to help. She couldn't just stand there and watch someone who was obviously suffering without wanting to do something to make his suffering a little easier.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Emma finally moved. She walked to the bed, slowly, as though she feared she would scare Len away if she moved too fast or made any sudden movements. After a second's hesitation, Emma sat down on the bed, next to Len, on the opposite side of the mattress to the spot he had punched. While she wasn't actively touching Len yet, he could feel her arm pressing against his, the warmth of her body being shared that way.<br/><br/>It was because she was so close to Len that she could feel how badly he was trembling. After some hesitation, Emma moved one arm slowly, placing it over his shoulders. She was a bit awkward doing that, as she had never really needed to comfort anyone in her life, but it felt like the right thing to do. Her other hand, very tentatively, rested on one of his. She really hoped she was doing the right thing when she finally spoke, her voice quiet and soothing - or at least she hoped it sounded soothing to Len.<br/><br/>"Do you want to tell me the dream?", she asked meekly, afraid he would snap at her, but at the same time unable to ignore the fact that he was suffering and needed help. "If you don't, it's okay, but please, calm down a little", the girl all but pleaded, her eyes looking for his to see what expression she could find in them.</div>