My therapist usually has the box of tissues at the ready, except for a few times early on when he'd forgot he'd run out. I cry a lot, so we don't get too hung up on it. He might ask me some questions or he might be quiet and we'll just see what bubbles up next. He has cried along with me sometimes - he seems to be a rather soft-hearted person, which I relate to. I just generally feel a bit of gratitude for his compassionate presence, on top of the grief or whatever it is that is making me weepy.

I am surprised to read that there are therapists who don't supply tissues! That sounds like it would be difficult.