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He stepped forward, wrapping her up in a hug.
He stepped forward, wrapping her up in a hug.
She tensed at first, but very quickly relaxed, trying to keep herself from crying.
He rubbed her back slowly, motioning for Jaiden to go upstairs with a flick of the head and an apologetic smile.
"Eight years." Her voice broke, and she couldn't keep a few tears from falling.
"Eight years for what?" He asked softly.
"My..brother. I have not talked to him in eight years, and he-" She swallowed. "He was the one texting me earlier."
"That sounds like something to be happy about, though."
"You-you do not get it. He-"
"Shh…." he hushed, running a hand through her hair. "No need to cry…"
"I know. I know." She repeated, trying not to.
He continued to make soothing noises while rubbing bother her head and back, proving to be a difficult task.
"I-I am sorry, you really do not need me crying-" She attempted to pull away, dabbing at her cheeks.
"Stop trying to so high and mighty and accept my damn help," he said, sounding a bit frustrated.
"I am not supposed to-to cry, Eli. I shouldn't…." It wasn't working, as she found herself crying harder, chiking back sobs.
He cursed himself silently. "I'm sorry for snapping, it's just been really frustrating knowing that you;re upset and not being able to help. But hey," He said, kneeling slightly so she can see nis still-bloodshot eyes. "Did you not see the sobfest I just had with you? C'mon, the least you can do is pay me back a little," he joked, trying to get her to laugh.
She laughed softly, and stepped out of her shoes to bury her face in his shoulder, still apologizing over and over.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Manon. Everyone cries at some point."
"Not me, I'm not supposed to." Her voice was muffled, but she was very obviously crying.
"And why is that?"
"Father always said it was a sign of weakness, or reserved for people who weren't us." She spat the last word with venom.
"Well, father sounds like a bitch, no offense."
She let out a surprised laugh. "That is what I called him when I left, actually."
"Good. Cause that philosophy sounds boring as hell. I mean, crying is dramatic and makes life interesting." He smiled lightly.
"I can live with dramatic. I always loved a bit of flare." She joke, mostly done crying.
"Well, good." He looked at her, his smile slowly growing.
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