He froze, staring at you for a moment. Your eyes were watery, tears streamed down your cheeks. He was at a loss for words. Seeing you cry, it killed him.

“What-“ his brow furrowed before he finally moved, “hey, hey,” he tried to catch your attention, “hey. Stop, look at me!” He cupped your cheeks, making you look at him.

His eyes trailed over your face for a moment. Your wet lashes, the lines of tears down your cheeks. He wiped the tears with his thumbs. “What’s going on?” He asked.