[Descole looks at her in shock a moment and curls his knees up to his chest. He remembers his brother walking in after his stepfather beat him. Simon would cry for him, not knowing what to do. And Descole could only sit and watch.]

[But this time was different. He was looking after himself. Or herself. Either way, he was comforting some one with her own problems. Seeing her cry the same way he would when he was alone, made him tear up.]

[No, he would remain strong.]

I-It's okay...I'm sorry...d-don't cry. You're gonna make me cry.

[He moved closer to her and placed his hand on her should gently, trying not to startle her.]