She wraps her arms around him idly drawing small circles with her finger on his shoulder as she stares up at the ceiling, trying not to think of anything, but thinking of everything at once.<br/>Wishing that she could actually do something, anything to help.<br/>She rubbed her hand up and down his arm.<br/>Perhaps this was all she could do, just be near, she shrugged inside herself, there had to be something, she would manage to think of something.