There’s not a sight he hates to see more than the sight of you in tears. He wants nothing more than for you to be happy, for you to have everything you want, and seeing you in hysterics makes his heart clench painfully in his chest. He adores you in a way he’ll never be able to describe in mere words, and he’ll be damned if he lets your tears continue for longer than necessary.

“Shh, I know, darling, I know.” He mutters softly as he rocks you in his arms, his fingers gently playing with your hair as his other hand rubs soothing circles into your spine. “I know. I know. I’m here. I’m here, I’m here.” He whispers, almost like a mantra, as he holds you as tight as he can. He can’t bear to see you like this. It breaks his heart. “I know, angel. I’m here. I’m here.”