[Girls crying. He's no good with girls crying... How many times has it been now, when he's been faced with a woman's tears and become as useless to them as a statue made of stone, just watching as they fall? Comforting has never been his strong-suit.
And here before him is the person he never though would need it.
He doesn't want to be that way, however. Not just for her, he wants to be warmer. He rubs his thumb over her knuckle, and makes to sit beside her on that rock as well as he can, with the space.]
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And here before him is the person he never though would need it.
He doesn't want to be that way, however. Not just for her, he wants to be warmer. He rubs his thumb over her knuckle, and makes to sit beside her on that rock as well as he can, with the space.]