She shifts them a little, seeing how he reacted to the touch, pulling him against her so she's holding him more, letting him rest his head on her chest. (Kenzi had done it numerous times and always cheerily reported they were the best pillows known to man.)

Then, she let him talk, never flinching away. She was here for him, rubbing his back slightly. To her, the gesture had nothing sexual about it to it, just her trying to give her friend some much needed care. How long had it been, she wondered, since he'd been able to do something like this.

Nancy nods, listening to his tale of woe. Gently, she presses her lips to the top of his head. "Cooper- You can't keep running from yourself." She puts her head down so it was more level with his, looking into his eyes. "It's never going to work. Listen- curse be fucking damned, I would never lie to you about this." She's holding his head in her hands, thumbs on his cheek. It's all done to comfort, to be that source of care that had long ago dried up for him. For her. "But you need to stop running. It happened. It was a mistake. You learn from it, and move on. Everyone does things they regret. You didn't kill them. It could have been worse. So much worse."