The atmosphere in the room grew markedly quieter. Following the man's comforting words, Lucien himself had no idea how to respond. His mind was still in a state of turmoil, he needed a moment of silence to gradually regain his composure.
Lucien knew the body he had transmigrated into belonged to a tragic supporting character, but he had never expected it to be this miserable, tragic enough to evoke a profound sense of pity in anyone.
Meanwhile, Dominic Vance did not know what else to say either, the man was truly not one who knew how to coax others. Given his status, it had always been others fawning over him. The most pleasant words he ever spoke were likely just the customary pleasantries exchanged in the business world.
Thus, Dominic simply held Lucien quietly in his arms, gently stroking his tense back. The youth, meanwhile, obediently leaned into the man's embrace, his eyelashes lowered, his eye sockets flushing red from having just cried.
