Anne is happy to kiss him back for as long as they can both maintain without needing air, just melting into the closeness between them and hoping that somehow this will soothe him somewhat.

"Oh..." she says, voice heavy with emotion, and one hand smooths his hair gently, shaking a bit as it does so. For the moment she really isn't sure what to say, knows there's not much she can say to that that will do anything to help. It's that constant state of human helplessness, of knowing words are useless.

Instead of words at first she pushes their foreheads together, giving him closeness and warmth. "...Murphy..." there's not much to say, really, even if she wanted to. It's all too terrible. "That's why you've been sleeping so much? So you can see him that way..."

Oh god. Dammit. And you thought it was a good idea to wake him.