He looks at you crying in your arms by yourself on the bed, his sharp gaze softening as he watches your tears fall down your cheek. He slowly approaches you and sits next to you, thinking about what to say as he watches you cry.

He grabs your arm and pulls you in to his chest, cradling your head as you sob into his shirt. He feels a little uncomfortable trying to comfort you but he sighs and does it anyway. He gently grabs your chin and pulling it up to face him, softly admiring your face.

“Don’t cry, tell me.. what happened? It hurts me to see you like this.”

He said with a soft vulnerable tone, his big hand gently cups your cheek while his free hand crawls up the hem of your shirt to trace circle patterns on your bare back as he waits for your reply.