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He hadn't meant to walk in on something so obviously personal, and he stood frozen in the entry way, one hand on the wall beside him, and the other sort of hovering uselessly at his side. Torn between making himself known, or just turning back around and leaving before she noticed him. It was clear she'd been going for privacy, hiding out here, but...he didn't think he could give her that.

"Um." It came out sort of cracked, and he had to clear his throat for his voice to be clear. "Cami?" Even still, it was quiet, hesitant and completely unsure of his welcome as he took a few steps towards her.

~Dinna be a coward, boil. The ghoul's hurtin'.~

Lips pressing into a thin line, he walked the remaining few feet so he could kneel down in front of the chair she'd curled up in, his hands coming up to rest on the arms. "Cami? Are you okay?" He tipped his head, trying and failing to read tear stained features. "Can I help?"

Not that Henry had any idea what he could possibly offer her, but the sight of her looking so completely shattered made his chest ache.

The phone had been moving too much for him to read the article, and she'd snatched it back to her chest before he'd get much of a look at it, but what he could glean from that short glimpse was wreckage in some coastal area, and from there it really wasn't too difficult to piece together what might have happened.

If it wasn't her home before she'd gotten to the island, it was at the very least somewhere very significant, and he didn't have a clue what to say that could possibly be comforting to her.

So he didn't say anything, not at first. Instead he'd lift up on his kneels so he could reach for her, hands going for shoulders that were shaking with the force of her crying. Drawing her into the circle of his arms as he leaned in so he could hug her. "I'm so sorry."

He just kept saying it, over and over again, because what else could he say?

When she didn't immediately try to jerk away from him it was a little bit of a shock, but also a relief, and after a moment the muscles in his arms began to relax a little, one by one, until the tension was gone from him. He could be an anchor for her, something to keep her from being swept away by her grief, and he held onto her for as long as she let him do so, murmuring soft, useless apologies into her hair.

As she calmed, starting to draw from of him, he let her go without protest, but stayed kneeling on the ground in front of her chair, looking up at her with worried eyes and tight lips.

At her comment though he'd give a small shake of his head. "You aren't a burden, not even a little bit." Rising up on his knees again, he used his thumb to brush away a tear she'd missed from her chin.

Henry didn't seem to notice her reddened nose or puffy eyes. Honestly he didn't even really see them. The force of her despair was too powerful, and that was all he had eyes for at the moment.

Fingers tensed on the arms of the chair as he watched that second tear glide down her cheek, and he could feel a lump forming in his throat. The Hurricane was terrible, the damage was terrible, but for him that was all abstract. It hadn't happened to him, or anyone he knew, and he couldn't really place himself in the shoes of those it had. But now? Seeing Cami's pain, he at least had an idea of how it felt. Her reaction hammered it home better than anything else probably would have short of him having been tossed into the storm first hand.

At her insistence he'd shake his head, but he stilled as she leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder, hands coming up slowly until they were resting on her arms, and then her back, moving in slow, hopefully comforting circles. He wished he were more eloquent, that he could think of anything helpful to say to her, but his tongue felt thick, and his brain was buzzing uselessly.

~Pull it t'gether, boil.~

He tried. "You're allowed to cry when something terrible happens," he said, hoping it was the right thing.

Henry braced himself as he felt her take in air, ready to draw his hands back, to apologize for having said the wrong thing, but instead Cami released it all in a long sigh that left her almost boneless against him in a way that had him shifting so he could sit on the edge of the chair with her, rather than kneeling in front of her. It was easier that way, and he could slide one arm over her shoulders.

"I'm not sure." The answer was probably no, but saying so seemed cruel. "I'm sorry." It was entirely unhelpful, and left Henry grasping at something to do or say thought could offer even some small manner of comfort. "But if they let you, and if you wanted the company, I'd go with you?" He could do that, at least. Right?

For a handful of moments the arm he'd slid across her shoulders was tense, lighter than it ought to be, but bit by bit it began to relax as he realized that his presence, his attempts to comfort her, were actually welcome. He'd never had much luck dealing with girls, for any reason, and his nervous hadn't exactly gotten better since coming to the island.

Worse, probably.

But it seemed as though she actually liked him being there. If that were possible, given the circumstances. He blinked down at her, expression thoughtful for a moment before a very small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Then you can count on me to be there," she'd assure her, happy to be appreciated, to feel needed for a change, rather than just a burden to the rest of the island.

"And here, too. I'm not going anywhere." He'd stay as long as she wanted him there.