Firefly Glen Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl

Cole took a deep, slow breath, eyes trained on her like he was trying to puzzle out every stormy layer. The loss hung heavy in the air, making his usual, easy words feel clumsy in his mouth. For a long beat, he was silent.

When he finally spoke, his voice came soft, almost reverent. Reckon that’s… a helluva wound to bear. There was something about her. Something beautifully enticing that had him brought to his knees. Maybe it was her allure, the act of damsel in distress— fuck if he cared. 

He wanted to say something to ease her, but anything he thought of felt like trying to heal a scar with shadows. He wasn’t good with things he couldn’t fix with his teeth or his claws. But he could be here, steady as the roots beneath them both. He'd help this woman one way or another, and maybe even try to bring her home. Home. A home with her. He felt his heart lurch as he fell to the ground before her— the beast baring for the sylph. 

What can I do?