"What are you doin?" he mumbles to you, watching tears fall down your cheeks.

"Stop," his voice is gentle; his attempts of pushing your tears back into your eyes fail miserably. He resorts to wiping your tears away, but the spilling from your eyes doesn't stop. After numerous attempts of stopping your tears, he decides it's best to cover your eyes completely with his large hand, hoping to stop the flow.

He keeps his hand on your face holding you tightly against himself. "Don’t cry."