John’s reply was quiet - not wanting to disturb, but not wanting to leave without providing aid either. He couldn’t leave someone crying; that just wasn’t him.
He stood awkwardly where he was, the gears in his mind turning frantically as he tried to work out what to do. Was she going to want touching? John didn’t want to touch. He could talk, though. That was fine.
Her sobs continued, yet she lifted her head to face him, keeping her gaze down towards his shoes. “I need— I need—” She attempted to say, then realized she didn’t KNOW what she needed which promptly caused her to burst into tears all over again. Amelia Pond wanted to feel loved, that much she knew. She threw herself onto boys, she acted differently to impress people, all because she wanted to feel loved and accepted and wanted. Yet it never managed to successfully fill the hole in her heart.
Okay, John didn’t know how to deal with this. He wasn’t the best at social interactions, and he definitely wasn’t the best at dealing with emotions.
So what to do? What to do...
“Do you want a coffee?” John awkwardly asked, unable to think of anything else. “That cheers me up sometimes when I’m sad. Sometimes it just makes me hyper, though. It’s a bit hit or miss.”