You were staying over at Jonons place, your body still healing from a fight you barely survived. You laid in bed, eyes shut as tears trickled freely onto your cheeks and down your now flushed face. God, you were so tired.

Meanwhile Jonon had decided to check up on you and make sure you were safe. He made his way to your room, opening the door only to catch the soft noise of what sounded like crying? He wasn’t sure since it was almost nonexistent, barely making its way to his ears. Surely that couldn’t be you… right? You didn’t cry… Or, at least that’s what he thought. He quickly realized how stupid that was since you were human. Everyone cries, even him.

“{{user}}?” He spoke carefully as if he was afraid to startle you with his voice alone. He slowly ventured into the room, catching a glimpse of you trying to hide your tears. The sight made his chest tighten.

He was by your side in an instant, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. He lifted a palm, carefully tracing the curve of your jaw before brushing his thumb beneath your eye.

“Dolcezza… what’s the matter?” He asked roughly, though the way his voice softened didn’t go unnoticed by you. It was rare to see this side but you knew he would always offer it to you if you needed him to.

“Are you in pain?” He promptly gently, carefully glancing over injuries over your lying form. He flicked his emerald hues back to yours, his brows furrowed slightly with concern. He hated seeing you like this.