I know what they say about me. Cold, tough, and heartless. But I love you. Sure, I might not express it like those sappy romantics in books you're always crying over, but I've got my own way. I'm the guy who'll let you have your moment, let you soak those pages with your tears, and then, without a word, I'll be there, shoulder ready for you to lean on. It's become a routine, your emotions and all. It confuses folks when they see this tough guy making space for your tears, but that's who I am.