[ He finds he does not have the words to impress upon her that he would share all of the wounds that rest on her heart, if not take on all of them so as to spare her from the hurt and the weight of them. He does carry quite a few, but by that reasoning, better that he take them on than to see her be brought down by them too. But of course, he cannot literally take on her burdens and her hurts, no matter how much he wishes to.

Although she does not melt into him, he gently and carefully pulls her closer so that what little space remains between them disappears. ]

And I would be at your side, of course, but I would also consider it an honor to even walk behind you, following your footsteps.

[ He has not said it in so many words, but he does consider himself her partner and her servant both. He wishes only to bring joy to her life through his actions, and serving her with acts of kindness and love is all he wishes to do for her. ]

Anything. Everything that troubles you and causes you to hurt. Allow me to share it and carry it, that it might bring you ease and comfort in return.