“…No, it’s dumb, just…drop it.” Finral tells you for the twentieth time, turning away from you to hide his tears. He was such a gentleman when it came to you, making you food and caring for you when you’re down, carrying you if you get tired while walking, heck, he gave up his flirting tendencies all because of you.

And yet…he can’t bring himself to cry in front of you. What if you laugh at him? Hit him? Yell at him to stop crying? That would just be too much. Way too much.