Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she leans in closer to press her forehead to his, needing to feel some physical closeness to the only person she has left in this entire galaxy. He's the only one she can turn to, the only one who understands, and he's trying so very hard for the both of them.

"I couldn't do this without you," she murmurs, lifting her free hand, she presses fingers to his cheek for just a moment before carding them through his hair. "You're not useless to me."