She'd never been very good at comforting but Bay reached out anyway, taking his hand. There were no easy platitudes that Bay could drag out while she searched for something more meaningful to say, so she was just quiet for a minute.

"It sounds really messed up," she attempted. "All of last night was."

She wanted to say that it wasn't his fault–and she did really believe that–but that didn't seem to be the time to say.