Her shoulder is so tense it may as well be solid rock. His hand there is felt though, and appreciated maybe more than he'll know. Carol reaches up intending on a pat, but once their hands are touching she finds hers clinging to his.

Nothing would feel better right now than to turn around and bury her face in his shoulder. She would, if she was certain he'd respond the way she wanted, an embrace she direly needs. As things sit it might just be setting herself up for more things to be sorry about.