Maeve doesn’t die because seriously? Rude.
Maeve’s screaming and he can hear her. His feet won’t quite carry him there, but after she covers her ears with her hands and begins to sob he knows he has to do something. He slides his gun against the floor and moves to gather her in his arms and touch her.
That’s the thing – they’ve never touched. Hell they had never seen one another until a mere… he doesn’t even know the time, which is remarkable.
Somehow instincts he didn’t know he had kick in and he’s rocking her back and forth, arms strong around her. Her hands are resting against his chest and she’s gone completely limp, staring blankly forward.