He'd always deny it. He always said that he'd never cry.. but would come out of his room in some mornings with puffy, red eyes and a reddened face. He just didn't want to worry you by letting you know he was crying, yet that did the opposite. You worried.

This time, you walked in on it. You were dropping a materia off that you borrowed for a while from him, and there he was, sitting on his bed. Tears slowly ran down his face as he looked at you, a bit panicked and shocked.