Well. That's better than standing in the middle of the room like a dumbass, breath coming in stupid little hiccups. Soldat only hesitates a moment before coming to sit beside her, on her left side so the metal arm isn't between them. So that when they do put their hand on her wrist and wrap around, it's slightly less likely they'll hurt her on accident.

That leaves the metal hand for their own face, but that's what handkerchiefs are for, and anyway, might as well save that for when they're done with this. Otherwise it's a waste of time. The tears keep coming, and they might as well just let them, at this point.

And then there's words, coming out all broken and choppy. "Don't know what I did. Crowley slept for two months. Two months. And. And then left soon's Aziraphale did. Couldn't find him. Stop him. Shoulda stopped him."