[It doesn't really explain much either, but what is there to say? His best friend is dead, his ...Nill...is miserable, and it's partly his fault. Hell, it's a lot his fault. Words don't really fix things. Neither does the shivering, but he can't make himself stop. His teeth chatter until he clamps them together.]
[But when Lisbeth's arms wrap around him, he's relieved. If she had pushed him away he's not sure what he would have done, but it doesn't matter. She didn't. She's got him. Even if it is really pathetic. The trembling gets worse, but his spine relaxes slightly, and he slouches down a little to better bury his face against her neck.]
Re: action.
[But when Lisbeth's arms wrap around him, he's relieved. If she had pushed him away he's not sure what he would have done, but it doesn't matter. She didn't. She's got him. Even if it is really pathetic. The trembling gets worse, but his spine relaxes slightly, and he slouches down a little to better bury his face against her neck.]
Sorry.