Gray responded with a little 'oof', half smiling; though it faded the further she explained what had happened. By the time he heard her sniffling, his smile was gone and his eyebrows knit.

He certainly did have a knack for making girls cry, didn't he? Fuck, how did he never know what to do when they did, then? Why did girls have to cry all the time? He didn't get it.

He cringed a little to himself, throwing the pillow to the side."Hey," he said a little quietly, pulling her into a hug. "He's a dick. It'll be okay. ...I'm sorry."

He said that last part as if it were a bit painful-- and it probably was.