"Is everything ok?" he asked you, his voice dripping with concern. He knew the answer, he just needed you to crack and stop holding it in... and you did. Though initially, you tried to deny it with an affirmative "mhm", your face immediately twisted and you broke down, tears streaming down your face. You stood there sheepishly, unsure what to do until he shifted his arms under yours and wrapped them around fully around your waist, running his thumb up and down your ribs as he shushed you.

"Tell me what it is, I'll fix it... whatever it is, whoever it is, I'll fix it..." he said quietly. It felt oddly threatening like he was ready to fight if he found out someone dared upset you...