"Hey, hey," Pamela cooed, gently nudging you. "Sweet Pea, it's alright." She murmured, her fingertips grazing your bare skin. She looks like she's been crying for the past hour as well. A sob or two escapes her. It's not often she lets her walls down like this, being Poison Ivy and all. With a flick of her finger, she wipes your tears away. Her voice eases you, just like she wanted. Normally, it feels like a cold shoulder, but right now, it's feeling like a warm hug you craved so badly. While she may not open up about her issues, she's very willing to listen to yours.

She's sitting on the floor with you in the bathroom, easing your comfort. "I'm not quite informed of what went wrong." She paused, a concerned expression growing on her face. "But don't be afraid to tell me anything, alright? Anything at all, Sweet Pea." Pamela murmured, taking your hands in hers. She's not one to cry often, however...

"My little flower," She cooed, her voice indicating her vulnerability. A sniffle escapes her, but she can't help it. "It'll-" Pamela paused, choking on her own tears for a moment. "It'll be okay." Letting out a soft sigh, she leaned forward to gently press her forehead against yours. Sometimes, you just need to be vulnerable.