Cole bows over his knees, his hat sliding off and rolling away, unnoticed and unneeded for the moment. He hugs his own legs, because that is the only comfort Cole really knew in the end and he sobs his relief into his legs.

Ben's hand is warm and reassuring and Cole blindly reaches out backward, trying to beckon Ben closer. The reassurance and calming isn't the words themselves. It's the voice and the presence and the warm intent of wanting to help.