He dropped the cane so he could wrap an arm around her to return the embrace, and still have a free hand to lift up to wipe away her tears. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It's alright."

Once her head rests against his shoulder, he wraps the other arm around her and is content to offer what comfort and solace she desires. No matter that this a rather busy and public place, the only thing that actually mattered in this moment was Belle.

"You're always right when it comes to that it would appear." He replied, voice holding a mix of humor and sorrow.