It hurt him to see how affected you were; how you never seemed to be like your old self again. You were too jumpy, too scared, and certainly too quiet.

You now seemed invisible, like a mouse who’s trying to survive in the big world.

It hurt him to feel your tears soak into his shirt and you sob into his arms. He couldn’t do anything except rub your arm and whisper small hushes and “it’s okay,” to you.

“Let it all out,” He mumbled, hugging you. He just wished he could do more; make all your troubles go away or just make everything easier for you.