This stopped being a hug about ten seconds ago. Now it was an embrace, borderline cuddling, just more tears.

Quinn let herself cry, let herself feel him comforting her. She allowed it to go on while she got rid of every last bit of energy she had to put into this. While he held her, she realized she didn't feel lonely. She was still upset, yes, but not lonely.

It wasn't for a few minutes that she finally stopped crying, but that didn't stop her from remaining tucking in against him, face pressed to his neck and arms tightly around him. Quinn's hands were fisted in his shirt for a long while until she released it just enough to stop wrinkling the fabric.