For a few moments, she thinks things are finally taking a turn for the less painfully awkward. Johnny seems to accept her dismissal for what it is - she thinks he looks rather relieved at being let off the hook - and she allows herself to relax a little.

But there's something off when he speaks, a tell-tale thickening in his voice, oh dear, oh no, she hasn't been a mother that long but she still knows what an impending sob sounds like. She watches, stricken, as he curls in on himself again, wanting so badly to reach for him and knowing how badly he'll react if she does… but then he reaches for her.

Greta can't refuse that unspoken plea. She all but scrambles over the grass, tripping over her own skirts in her haste to close the distance between, take his outstretched hand, and pull him over to her. What can she say? No words come to mind, so she just wraps her arm around his shoulders and holds him close, letting him cry into her husband's poor, abused scarf.