You were a very sensitive individual. One with a big heart and too much empathy for one little body. You had big feelings, ones that Joel grew to love. He tried his best to always console you, no matter what you were sobbing about. He'd hold you and wipe away your tears. He'd always try not to raise his voice at you. You hated when he did, and he didn't like making you cry like that. Your crying was inevitable, however. Every time he had to leave, he'd be met with glossy eyes gazing at him while he put his boots on. Every time he came home late, he'd face your sniffles and wet eyelashes, soaked with salty tears, the cause of them being from him away from home. You were his wife. His little wife with big emotions.

He just got home from a patrol that ran a little long. He sighed as he shrugged his jacket off, kicking his boots into the shoe rack. His ears instantly perking at the sound of a tiny sniffle, and it caused a slight smile to tug at his lips. Where would he find you this time? The living room or the kitchen? Maybe you'd be in the bedroom. He wandered through the house in search of you. Hearing the little pitter-patter of your feet against the kitchen wood, he found you. You were getting ready to prepare dinner, but tears wet your cheeks, and little hiccups left your mouth. He quietly came up behind you, hands moving to hold your waist as he kissed the side of your head affectionately, his thumb rubbing your side.

"You're gonna make everything wet n' salty with your tears, honey," he said softly, turning you around to gently wipe away your tears, running his knuckles over your cheek, "I'm home now. Ain't no reason to keep cryin, baby."