Falling on his neck and in his heart, a momentary chill gave way to waves of warmth.
Hannah sniffled, her shoulders quivering slightly.
Crying again?
Arnold Simmons was a bit annoyed, not at her, but at himself. He sighed and said, "It's my fault, can you please stop crying?"
She didn't respond.
All Arnold could do was continue, "I'll give you the clothes, I'll carry the backpack to keep myself warm, and I'll cover myself with the papers, alright?"
He had never comforted anyone before; his tone was stiff.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
Hannah turned around, raising her head slightly to sneak a peek at him.
Arnold noticed her little movement, but pretended not to see it and just sat there honestly for her to look.
The rain outside the window seemed to lighten a bit, and it wasn't as dark as before.
