Luckily Steven had plenty of hugs to spare. He held her tight, letting her cry on his shoulder all she wanted. He glared in the direction of the duffel bag. "Hey, you're all right. You're not alone. You've me, and Marc, and all your other friends. Not alone as long as any of us have anything to say about it. I promise you that."

Or at least he could promise it on behalf of him and Marc, but he felt certain Liz's other friends would agree.