[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Hurrying down the stairs after Aziza, Harry let out something of a breath of relief as she actually stopped, seeing her as she leaned against the banister. He slowed down, closing the distance between them as he watched her, lips curling into a frown as he saw those tears running down her cheeks. Everything and anything that she had said before, about her husband or anything of the sort didn't matter to Harry at that point, he wasn't looking for an explanation, if Aziza saw fit to share the story with him, she would in time, he wouldn't push her for it. All he wished to know was that she would be alright.

He glanced over to the others passing by them for a moment before he turned back to her, watching as she kneeled down and shaking his head. [b][color=686F91]"There's nothing to apologise for."[/color][/b] He assured her quietly, moving to sit beside her as he looked over at her. Hearing the next words came out of her mouth reminded him of far too many men he'd comforted before, and even himself, fear was something he was used to, it was a poison he'd seen run through the veins of all sorts of people, men, women, children, he knew what it did, and after so many years witnessing it he was still not even remotely sure of how to deal with it. All he could do was his best. Sighing softly, he moved to place an arm around her, pulling her closer to him as he sat with her. [b][color=686F91]"I'm not going to let anything happen to you Aziza... I promise you that."[/color][/b]