He hated to see you cry. The way your brows pinched together in distress as uncontrollably sobs escaped your chest made his heart ache. Your body trembled under his touch, and he started to get concerned by how upset you were.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” His hands moved to your face, wiping away any tears or mascara streaks. His eyes never left your face however, he was too worried to ever look away.

He frowned and pulled your head towards him, placing a chaste kiss to your dampened forehead. He scooted closer to provide a bit of comfort and security, but he wasn’t ready to look away until you were okay.

“That’s it, deep breaths,” he cooed as a hand moved to flatten your hair.