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When Sky opened the front door, Hawk's heart almost stopped. His hand which had been hovering near the doorbell to press it again, froze in mid-air and he drew in a fast, nervous breath.

Sky looked horrible.

She stood in the doorway small, shivering, barefoot, wearing a pair of leggings and a black hoodie with a Slipknot logo, one that was way too big for her and made her look tiny. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen and red, she looked like she hadn't slept at all - which probably was the case, considering what had happened yesterday.

Hawk cleared his throat, but the tightness wouldn't ease. Now that he was actually here, facing the aftermath of death, the words didn't come easily.

"I heard— I heard what happened," he rasped. "I just wanted to say that— I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about your friend."

Sky let out a sob, her eyes teared up, and without a word, she threw herself into his arms, buried her face against his shoulder, and started to cry.

For a short moment, Hawk froze - Sky's soft, small body pressed tightly against his own and oh God, oh God, oh God, he had missed this feeling more than anything in the whole fucking world—

But then his arms forgot that it had been a lifetime since he'd held her, they wrapped around her trembling body as if it was the most natural thing in the whole universe. A breath of immense relief left his lips as he pulled her close and his hand cupped the back of her head.

"He— he was my friend," she sobbed, her burning tears soaking his T-shirt. "I loved him—"

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry—"

"I— I just keep– losing people— people I love—" her voice was thick with tears, her sobs were painful, broken. "Kat— You, now Luke— and Cody—"

"You didn't lose me," Hawk breathed, barely getting the words out of his mouth. "I'm not dead. I'm here. I'm here for you, okay? You didn't lose me."

But she kept crying, her fingers gripping the back of his shirt, her face pressed tight against his chest. The scent of her tears filled his senses, a primitive, salty taste that went into his blood, making something ache and swell inside of his heart.

He desperately wanted to ask what she had meant about Cody— that she was losing him too. Were they breaking up? Was it Hawk's fault, because he had called her, and Cody had taken that call? Had Cody dumped her—? But shit— Sky was crying in his arms, her friend was dead, dead, and she was engulfed by grief. She needed comfort, warmth, safety, friendship— This was not the time to start asking stupid questions about her relationship status.

"Luke— He's gone— And it's my fault—" Her sobs were breaking through her chest almost violently, her fingers gripped hard on his shoulders. "I— I was with Cody. Luke— he died alone—"

"It's not your fault, Sky. It's not. It was an accident, okay? It's not your fault. No one's gonna think so—"

He held her in his arms, just held her there against his chest, taking in her tears and her sorrow, slowly running his hand up and down her back, trying to ease her sobs. He knew that nothing he said would make things okay, but he kept murmuring soft words of comfort anyway, trying to calm her down. Her body was soft and hot against his, she fit in his arms perfectly, like she was sculpted for his embraces, and oh God, he had never loved her more, he had missed this more than anything.

Finally, her sobs calmed down. For a moment she stayed there, resting her tired head against his chest, breathing in and out with slow, ragged breaths, but then - as if realizing how tight he held her against his chest - she freed herself from his arms and took a step back.

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