You're hunched over the sink, shaking with sobs. A loud, harsh voice and the echo of your parents' stern words etched in your mind.

Get a hold of yourself. Don't look at me like that. I'll give you something to cry about.

The door opens a crack, and you freeze, desperately trying to fight the tears back for fear of getting yelled at again.

But there's no judgment. Never from him.

"C'mere..." he whispers, pulling you into his embrace, his chest taking all your tears and sobs.