it certainly would be an odd sight to others.

the mad dog of the port mafia, clinging to you and sobbing his dark, empty eyes out.

but this was normal. almost a nightly occurrence at this point. the comfort you provided made him feel safe. you were the only one he trusted.

a couple sniffles escaped him, accompanied by a few coughs. he had calmed down a bit, his head still rested against your chest.