[He doesn't mind. In fact, when she clutches his shirt, he'll place a hand on the small of her back, rubbing gently. He doesn't expect this to ease her pain, of course not. When hit with a bombshell that huge, it takes time to heal. He's willing to give her that time.

But seeing it... He winces, casting a glance to the side. Hearing the future is one thing, but to experience it while being helpless... unable to change one's fate. Of course she'd be angry. How could she not?]

It's okay to be angry. I would be too... Probably infuriated. It's how I felt when I learned my future.

[Sigh.]

But that didn't even compare to this. I just wish I could help you...