It’s unusual for you to ever break down in front of someone. Because when you did in front of Ada, she had no idea what to do. She’s wasn’t really the comfort type. She was sometimes cold and quiet.

But she’s the only person here for you. After you had managed to calm yourself down in her arms, head against her chest as you listened to her heartbeat, Ada brought your head up.

She leans in and kisses the corners of your eyes; those tear stains. “You’re okay,” Ada assured quietly, voice soft.