Vance almost cringed at the sobbing.
Crying was so childish, he thought. Then he actually cringed at his own thought. It was an eight year old girl who had just lost her parents and had no one who wanted her. Of course she was crying.
Vance stood there, awkwardly. He wasn't good with kids or with emotions. He thought about going downstairs to get someone more familiar for Haruka, but honestly the family didn't seem to be a good support.
Very slowly, Vance sat down on the bed, stiff. Then he awkwardly patted the girl's shoulder. "There there," he said, cringing at his own choice of words. He was 22, not 10.
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