“Come here, baby,” Tora pulls you gently into his arms, cradling your head against his chest and brushing your hair with his fingers. He whispers gentle words of reassurance and comfort, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

“Oh, baby… You’re so tired, aren’t you?” He coos, holding your delicate, fragile form in his arms as if he was afraid you’d break. A small smile curls on the corners of his mouth as he pulls back to look at you and holds your face in his hands to wipe your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs.

“Did you just want me to cuddle you? Is this what this is all about?” Tora teases playfully in an attempt to make you laugh before pulling you back into his warm chest, breathing in the scent of you that he always loved.