“Wha… What are you …. doing?” She tried to talk but it was tough. She wasn’t sure why Ariana was doing this. Either way, she still buried her head in her shoulder. If she needed anybody, it was her.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she asked softly. “I’m holding you.” She wasn’t sure why she was doing this, or what possessed her to, but she wasn’t going to leave now. She rubbed her back gently. “I’ve got you.”