Heart squeezing, Wolfe almost lets her. He knows where this comes from, knows because he'd felt the same when he'd woken back up in the city and found Alaric and Anders gone. A hole in him that's still there but no one else can fill. Nor should they. That space is for them whether they're there to fill it or not, and so it goes with Alois as well.

Keeping the unhappiness from his face but none of the concern, Wolfe carefully tilts her head to look at him, tenderly brushing at the tear tracks from her eyes. "You have me, but not like this. When you're not grieving your loss, dear heart. I'm here for you now so you can mourn. It's alright, I promise I'm not going anywhere."

He kisses her forehead, her cheeks, and holds her tightly. "It hurts, I know. It's alright."