Ah... [She's not good at comforting people. Her instinct is to nip at their skin and nuzzle them close, or shove them and play. Distraction.

She puts her utensils down and reaches across the table for his hands.]

I, ah... Makoto... ['Come stay the night with me,' she wants to offer. The comfort of one body with another, one of the few ways she knows to offer comfort, but she's not sure if that would quite work here.]

Crying... it is fine. They are gone. Mourning and being sad is fine. Cry and let no one tell you not to. I can wait for however long it takes for you.

I am afraid I do not know how to comfort you in a way you would like, but I will do my best.