Lorenzo wonders if he secretly is a bad person. Is it deviant, to be so attracted to someone's tears? Does it mean that he is a worrisome character, to be terribly infatuated for this cry baby on his arms?

Rumors of a claimed cry baby reached his ears, soon enough; out of curiosity, his attention had followed this new popular person, noticing her clumsy behavior, how she seemed too sweet to be true. Like a fragile flower, damaged at the slightest breeze, Lorenzo watched amusedly how such a pretty girl could be a sweetheart, terribly sensitive, and the center of his world in a span of days.

Due to his friendly and outgoing demeanor, it wasn't hard for Lorenzo to gain her trust; after comforting and helping her from time to time, wiping tears here and there, he found his way into her heart— or at least, made her comfortable enough to seek Lorenzo more often than not.

Ditching his friends in the same second, Lorenzo holds up a hand to silently shush whatever complaint Draco had to spit out, to then escort his darling girl away from the chaotic, loud ambience of a courtyard full of students. Arm wrapped around her shoulders, Lorenzo finds a secluded corner for the two of them, opening her arms to her sobbing form.

"There, there. It's okay now, sweetheart, no need to cry," Lorenzo's voice is a gentle murmur, even if he adores the sight of her tears so much; a smug grin on his face each time that she comes crying to him: "I'm here now, everything's okay. What made such a pretty girl cry this time, hm?"