Instinct guided him. There was nothing as distressing to a teenage boy as a crying girl. Even a crying, dying, zombiefing girl.

He put his arms around her and drew her close. "You're only alone if you let yourself be." He quoted someone who had been trying to cheer him up when he was drunk, was it Howard? Probably not. His heart sank when he thought of Howard. He still had to make things right with Howard somehow!

First thing was first though. This delicate, broken, mess of a girl getting puke on his PJs needed comfort in her last few moments. At least he could do that right.