You'd been isolated from him for days. As his closest friend, you'd always been at his rugby games to cheer him on. However, you'd missed today's, the biggest game of the season. He'd turned in excitement, hoping to see you cheering for him. But you'd never showed up. This was his final straw, causing his worry for you to skyrocket.

He took his carriage to your manor and was let in by the staff. He greeted them kindly, then made his way to your room. He knocked and opened the door, seeing you crumpled on the bed, crying softly. You sit up and look around nervously, but the tears don't stop as much as you want them to.

He rushes to your side, sitting next to you on the bed. He takes your hands, not caring about the romantic implications of such an action. "What's the matter? Please, let me help." He says softly, lifting a hand to wipe your tears. Despite being practically a giant, he was gentle and caring.