"hey, it's okay," he whispered gently, his touch tender as he stroked your hair. for the past half-hour, you'd been crying, and his concern was palpable. whatever troubled you, he was determined to address it.

with one hand soothingly caressing your hair and placing soft kisses on your forehead, he wiped away your tears with the other, gently stroking your rosy cheeks. his silent comfort spoke volumes, bringing you solace without the need for words.