Angry Aggressive Animal...Lover (Cara)

by **Darren** on March 16th, 2011, 3:06 am

Avanthal, Spring 15th 511

Darren was finally having another rest day, the people in the WhiteVine Hold didn't seem to need any errands done. So he happily found himself out the door and jogging to over to FrostFawn Hold. Sigh "Yes today is the day I'll learn how to ride a horse" he thought aloud as he tried making his run look as graceful as the horses of Avanthal. Recalling their form he tried long powerful strides puffing out his chest and looking rather...foolish in doing so. He eventually took copying their strides too far as he found himself a pair of rocks on the ground. Grinning happily he imitated trotting like a horse while he clicked the rocks together to make a vague clop-clop sound similar to a horse's trot.

Eventually after much running/troting Darren finally reached FrostFawn Hold. Heading over to the front he asked for Cara and after much wary looks and cautioning they finally pointed her out to the stables where the bigger horses were. Happy to see a familiar face he rushed over to find her. Upon entering the stables he cried out to get her attention "Cara! I'm coming in! Don't lemme catch you and the animals doing anything inappropriate, ya animal lover" he grinned thinking the prospect of her being with an animal was more likely then that of another human being. He already knew her for a long time already but the two still didn't get along as much as he wanted. Sigh, she's so nice to animals why can't she ever be so nice he me? he asked sarcastically looking for the lanky Vantha.

by **Celescia** on March 16th, 2011, 3:37 am

(do you think that it would be ok for me to join in?)

by **Cara** on March 16th, 2011, 4:15 am

Cara had awoken at the crack of dawn in a cold sweat. Another of Nysel's nightmares had overcome her, reminding her of darker times. Her dream had been one that she'd endured before. A memory of a time in which her mother had taken away her teddy bear and ripped off her head. That bear mattered little to Cara now, but when she was little, it had meant the entire world to her. It was the one thing that brought her solace; provided a glimmer of light and hope throughout the darkness. The destruction of the bear signified the end of her light; the loss of hope. The endless fall of Cara's feeble childlike body into oblivion. Cara shuddered, even now, in the stables, she didn't feel quite so safe. Even though it had been ages since she had seen her mother, Cara was certain she could sense the woman's cold eyes on the back of her neck. She was certain she could sense her mother's presence lingering in the corners of the stables, buying her time before she grabbed a clump of Cara's hair and dragged her off into an empty stall for her daily beating.

Sometimes, those days seemed like just yesterday, and on others, they seemed so very, very far away. Cara preferred the days when the memories seemed farther from her heart. Those were the days when she didn't need to run off the stables to groom a horse for comfort, and hide her tears from prying Frostfawn eyes. As of now, only a single tear ran down the side of Cara's cheek as she rested her left hand on the side of the horse she had been grooming. The Avanthalian sleigh horse's fur felt soft beneath her fingertips, and she found herself stroking it in circles rather absently, while her right hand, which was holding a brush, moved in tiny circles along the horse's flank, freeing it of dirt and grime. A small strap of brown leather kept the brush in place as she smiled lovingly at the horse. Thankfully, she had managed to find a relatively patient one this morning. From time to time, the creature would swish its tail back and forth, swatting at the occasional fly that buzzed around the stall. Sometimes, its ears would twitch, and its hooves would stomp the hay that lined the stall impatiently. But for the most part, it seemed to be a kind and rather understanding horse.

"Thanks for being so good to me love," Cara said as she began to drag the brush from the top of the horse's body, to the middle of its side. "You don't have to you know. But then again, you probably do appreciate a nice clean pelt." She had been in the stables for hours now, although she had not been working on the same horse the entire time. The first horse she had visited she had accidently woken up, the second, now had a very clean pelt, the one she was currently working on was the third horse she had visited. "Trying to attract someone love?" Cara asked the horse as she managed to muster a playful smile. The horse snorted in response. "Guess not. But that's alright, I'm not married either, nor do I intend to be any time soon." Cara giggled. It doesn't need to know that no one actually wants to marry her. Best to let it think that she is actually desirable. Right?

There was a sudden call from the door. The voice was that of a man's, and was certainly one she recognized. Cara dropped her right hand, while the left lingered on the horse's side. She didn't want to yell, so as not to startle it, so she simply stood and waited for a moment. When she heard nothing more coming from the door to the stables, Cara dropped her other hand, and then placed her brush on the small wooden wall that divided each of the stalls. "Thanks love," she said to the horse, as she patted her hands together to help get the dust off, and then turned slowly to walk out of the stall. Soon enough, she had spotted Darren. She raised her right brow and said, "did you honestly think I would sleep with one of them?" There was a slight pause as she awaited an answer. After a few seconds she added, in a rather irritated tone, "what are you doing here anyway? And so early in the morning? Don't you have something important to do? Or are you simply avoiding your hold so that you won't have to do any chores like the rest of us?" Cara's eyes were glimmering playfully, if not angrily. If he was being a lazy bum, then she would certainly be tempted to light a fire under his ass; literally. The thought couldn't help but cause the young sorceress to smile wickedly as she awaited her answer.

OOCOnce this post is in place, Cele will no longer be able to delete her post. In which case, it shall simply be ignored by myself. Cele, this is a private thread, if you would like to rp with us, we can start another one with you, ok? *Please don't reply to this OOC here, instead shoot us a pm or meet us in the lovely AJAX chat.

by **Darren** on March 16th, 2011, 4:43 pm

Darren strolled through the stalls until Cara came into view. Yawn* "Morning Cara", he said as he grinned widely in reply to her question for a bit, "maybe.... What you do with these animals is up to your business ice queen," he added playfully as he strolled up to where she was.He stood right up to her before he answered her, he really wasn't used to the smell of stables normally had. His face grimaced at the smell of animal defecation and straw. "Nope I already settled things back at WhiteVine hold and then some" he said shaking off the smell off his mind and now flashing a kind smile as he did the took Cara in. "Yes, we Vantha work hard but we don't take life all too seriously remember? We still gotta find some time to enjoy it while we still can" he said. Looking at Cara closely he noticed Cara's eyes were red. Hmm was she crying just before I came here? Sigh* maybe she's just angry at me again, he thought glumly, as he wondered what might have caused it. He looked at Cara and said "Hehe I was thinking since it was my day off I can come visit you to help with your work and if we still had time we can ride around a bit" he smiled as the prospect started forming in his head.

He took a look around the stalls of the stable noting there were already a few horses out, and one of them was already brushed. Wow, so sleek he thought, as the fur looked like it was shining to him the sun giving it an almost spiritual feel and to top it off it looked like the horse was smiling was smiling at him. Heh good morning to you also he thought to the horse before he continued his conversation to Cara who was done processing his previous statement and just giving him a somewhat angry stare. "Hehe, I'm always up for something new. Taking care of animals and riding them seems the thing to do today." He took a look at Cara trying to keep up a happy face, she to him, seemed to need the most help out of all the Vantha's. Anything it takes to help others he thought glumly.

by **Cara** on March 16th, 2011, 6:39 pm

Cara placed each of her hands on her hips. "You are one highly mistaken, sick-minded individual," Cara said. "Someone who needs a rather large reality check, which one would be more than willing to give if we weren't in the stables right now." Cara paused for a moment. "You wouldn't want to spook the poor horses. Such a thing is never a pretty sight, and someone always tends to get hurt." She paused again for a moment, "now we both know you're lying, and have tons of work to do back at your hold, but since you lost our little bet the other day, you do owe me... so perhaps, we'll let your hiding place be our little secret."

With that, Cara extended her right hand, and cupped Darren's chin between her fingers. Her thumb rested on his left cheek, her pointer finger on the right. Cara pinched her fingers into his cheeks, causing her nails to gently press into his flesh. Her eyes seemed to be flashing Darren a playful smile. "Just don't make me regret it," she hissed as she let go of his face rather forcefully. The momentum would more than likely cause his head to jerk back a bit, but nothing more. "After all, life is never all fun and games. There is always something to do; work to be done." She paused for a minute as she looked the other Vantha up and down. "Not like you'd understand what that means, considering your escapade the other day," she added icily. Cara's hands had returned to her hips, why else would he have come but to pay the price of his little bet? Surely it wasn't her kindness; for a soft heart is the one thing Cara truly seemed to lack.

"It is unlikely we'll have any free time when we finish. But even if we did, we wouldn't be able to ride the horses without having to steal them, or at least ask for permission. None of them are mine," Cara explained. "And none of their owners are likely to provide either of us with permission to ride their horses. As for grooming them however, well, they don't seem to mind. It gives them one less chore to do after all." With that, Cara extended her left hand towards Darren, and grabbed the top of his shirt. She balled her hand into a fist, a simple piece of fabric the only thing that kept her curled fingertips from touching one another. Cara then turned abruptly on her heels, tugging Darren along with her. Another brush rested on the side of one of the stalls, Cara grabbed it as she continued walking back to the farthest end of the stables. "Come on you," Cara called over her shoulder, "it's time we got you to do some real work around here."

When Cara had reached the last horse's stall, she let go of Darren. She turned once more to face him and placed the brush she was holding on the wooden door that led into the stall. "Just make sure you take that with you before coming in here," Cara instructed before she unlatched the door and let herself into the last horse's stall. Inside was a young Colorsplash. The horse couldn't have been more than two or three years old. The horse had a dark mane, and a tail that was dark at the roots, but light at the tips. The horse's fur coat was a mixture of dark browns and white, the bottoms of the legs, and the hooves a light color. Its ears were twitching as Cara made her way into its stall, and its hooves were patting the hay lining the floor absently from time to time. Cara clicked her tongue as she approached, partially to signal her presence to the horse, partially to express her feelings. "Ohhh love, would you just look at your coat? It's such a mess. Whatever happened to you?" Cara asked. "Your rider working you too hard and not bothering to keep you up again?" she sighed, as she approached from the left with relatively quiet steps.

When she reached the horse's side, it merely grunted in greeting. Cara chuckled as she extended her right hand and ran it over the length of its nose. "Don't worry, we'll make sure your coat is nice and clean by the time we leave here, ok?" she whispered into the horse's ear. With that, she lifted the brush that rested atop the horse's feeding trowel in her left hand, and laced the leather over the top of her hand. She slid her right hand along the horses body, careful not to poke the horse's large black eye, until it rested just below the middle of its mane, where neck and shoulder met. She merely rested her hand there as she raised the left, and began to brush the horse's fur. She started at the top by its mane, and brought the brush down, ending her stroke in the middle of the horse's body. Every so often, she'd extract small clods of dirt and grime from the horse's coat. "It may be a bit though love, it looks like you haven't been brushed for a long, long time." Cara paused before adding, "perhaps I should light a fire under your owner's ass, maybe that'd get him to take better care of you," Cara giggled, as she turned to look over her shoulder. Her long black hair covered the right side of her face as she smiled shyly. "You can get the other side if you'd like Darren. The poor horse's coat is sure to take a long enough time."

OOCPlease slap me on the wrist if you're not ok with me leading you about the stables. I can change my post a bit.

by **Darren** on March 16th, 2011, 9:11 pm

Darren snickered as Cara fervently defended herself, yep she's way too serious he thought as she continued. However he was a bit surprised when she cupped his face, slightly blushing at the contact, Oh my... he thought looking into her eyes. However the sudden backlash dazed him making him lose his normal composure. His eyes suddenly flared red as he faced away from her for a bit before he turned to her with a somewhat annoyed face. "Fine, fine. I call foul on that lil bet though." he said remembering she sabotaged him with the fire "But again I'm just wanting to visit out of the kindness in my heart. Sigh* And try to get to know you a bit better" he said nearly growling the last part out in anger. He sighed when she said that even with the two working together they wouldn't have time off. Hmm she does this every day? he thought as he looked around to see no one else around the stables, hmm must be lonely work... However before he had a chance to address her about it he felt a hand running down his chest as he was suddenly pulled out for work. Heh such a puuuussshhhyyyy girl... he grinned, I think I like it, how messed up am I? he thought as he happily followed, eager to do some... hard labor....

He watched as she surprisingly said sweet nothings to the horse. His eyes starting to glazed over as he looked at her sadly before he was addressed. "Yea no problem" he replied as he gave her a reassuring hand on her shoulder before moving to the other side to get to work, She's gorgeous when she smiles he thought as he looked at the animal, ugh it's just her personality. He tried to brush in a way similar to Cara, his rough and curved brushing slightly irritating the horse as it occasionally twitched at his attempts to brush him. "So Cara... when are you going to be free?" He asked, not being too specific with what he was asking.

by **Cara** on March 17th, 2011, 1:35 am

Cara smiled, Darren never stopped amusing her. Cara's eyes were glimmering when she said, "you know you shouldn't brush him so hard. You're irritating the poor thing. Perhaps bracing the horse's body with one of your hands and not pressing so darn hard would help." With that, Cara was silent for a long time. The horse's ears were twitching, and from time to time it would shake its head, and stomp its hooves on the ground impatiently. Cara clicked her tongue. "Shhhh love," Cara cooed as patted the horse's side with her right hand. "We're not going to hurt you. All we want to do is make sure your coat is nice and clean." For the first time in a long time, Cara flashed a wide smile. She hoped it would help calm the horse down, after all, animals could sense one's emotions; or at least, so she had been told. Even so, as soon as the horse had looked away from her, lowered its neck, and buried its mouth in its feeding bin, Cara's facial expression changed. Her smile vanished, as she looked up at Darren. Her eyes were blazing. It was as though she were sending him the message, get it together or you're going to be one very dead man. But her expression was gone as quickly as it had come. The horse had lifted its lips out of its food, and began chewing noisily on a mixture of hay and something else. Cara couldn't tell what it was.

Cara remained silent for quite some time. She was thinking about what Darren had said to her. Whatever could he have meant? Why he was even asking? It wasn't as though she was ever nice to him. It wasn't as though she so much as liked him. Cara couldn't help but wonder why he wanted to spend any time with her, especially after the other day and the whole incident with the elk. After all, what the two of them should really be doing, was spending all of their day indoors, working their arses off when it came to finishing their chores and doing a halfway decent job. Without even realizing what she was doing, Cara began to brush the horse a little more forcefully, her fingers tightened around the frame of the brush, and she began to bite her bottom lip. Cara was biting her lip so angrily that her teeth left an imprint, and would have drawn blood if the horse hadn't snorted and pulled her out of her angry sort of trance. Cara pulled the brush away, closed her eyes, and shook her head to clear everything away. Her hair flew around her face, right up until she brought her head to a halt, and opened her eyes.

"Sorry love," Cara muttered, as she put the brush down by the side of the food trowel. When she turned back to the horse, she began to absently run her fingers through the horse's mane, pulling the knots apart from time to time. "Didn't mean to hurt you," she added. Taking care of the horses was getting to be tiring work, and although Darren seemed to be helping... somewhat, she couldn't help but feel as though he made the process all the more painful. After all, he couldn't even brush the horse properly, and the silence that stretched between them was growing more and more awkward. Finally, Cara managed to muster, "why do you ask?" Her tone was rather neutral; and sounded almost bored. It was as though she simply couldn't be bothered by the man who stood on the other side of the horse. Almost as though she thought herself far too good for his presence; and was merely tolerating him.

Cara looked up from the knot she was ripping apart between her fingertips, and simply stared at Darren. Why had he asked? Did he want something from her? Was she forgetting something? Did he actually want to spend time with her? A bead of sweat appeared on Cara's brow as her heart began to pound in her tiny rib cage. Ohhh in the Ice Queen's name, was Darren hitting on her? Was he asking her on some sort of date? Just the two of them? Cara's cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink. Embarrassed, she simply stood, staring at her hands.

But, what if Darren really did want to go on a date with Cara? What would she do then? Cara didn't like him. She didn't find him even remotely attractive, or intelligent. She was more often then not frustrated by the man, and yet, here he was, serving his term now that he had lost the bet. Or perhaps he had lost it purposely so that he could get closer to her? Perhaps Darren could actually ride an elk, but had lost so she could ridicule him? And... he could... serve her? Cara shook her head as her face grew a brighter shade of pink. That just didn't make since. Surely men only liked pretty girls who were not only younger than them, but were actually nice as well. Oh... and who didn't use magic to help win a bit. He couldn't possibly like me? Could he?

Cara didn't have anything going for her- she was young, but not as young as he, and she definitely wasn't nice, or very pretty. Cara dropped her hands and backed away from the horse. Now she was just psyching herself out. But even so, she couldn't risk it. She didn't want anyone getting close, especially not someone like Darren. Cara ran her right hand through her hair, starting at the top of her head, and pushing her hand downwards towards the tips. "Well, um, you seem to be doing an ok job... um... I have to go now. My sister needs me to help her tune her lyre. So, see you around," Cara lied. It was a sad excuse for a lie, and anyone who knew her would know that her sister had died years ago now. With that, she turned abruptly on her heels, and strode out of the horse's stall. You hate him anyway, and he owes you, her brain whispered.

by **Darren** on March 17th, 2011, 2:53 am

Darren quietly brushed as he waited for Cara's response focusing on the task at hand his latest attempts were getting better but he can easily tell the horse didn't like it so much. He sighed inwardly as he started getting a little agitated at his mediocre process, "you know you shouldn't brush him so hard. You're irritating the poor thing. Perhaps bracing the horse's body with one of your hands and not pressing so darn hard would help," he looked up to see Cara being extra attentive as she stroked the stroked the animal's back. He silently nodded as he took in her stroking form and tried to apply what she just said to his work. Alrighty...he thought resting his hand on the horse's side. He was a bit surprised at how hairy they were looking at his hands; thin clumps of hair were stuck to him. Ugh...your master must be something horrid he thought as he flicked the hair from his hand. He continued with the long strokes finding that he can lean on the hand without the brush while he stroked the horse. Hmph how's that he thought as he looked over the horse, WHAT? IT LIKES IT?!?! ...Oh it's just getting food. Sighing as he turned back to his work he caught a glimpse of Cara's threatening looking gaze at him right before the horse stopped feeding. o_o whoa...was she glaring at me all this time?

He felt a bit of sweat form on his neck, whether if it was from the work or Cara he couldn't decide as he tried to finish off his side. It was quiet again besides the occasional whispers Cara gave to the the horse which Darren just smiled and eventually chuckled at, Sigh* Why can't she be more like that to others besides animals? I would think she'd actually be ALOT more popular... "why do you ask?" he paused as he considered the question and the tone. He found it simplistically easy as to why he wanted to be with her but it was just so...bold to pull out randomly. "Hmm? I was just saying...I need to talk to you over a few things. Now wouldn't be the best time for to discuss this. It's rather...sensitive stuff." He started to grow a little complacent wondering that was the best way to put it. He turned to Cara looking rather distracted now as if a raging argument was going on in her head. "Well, um, you seem to be doing an ok job... um... I have to go now. My sister needs me to help her tune her lyre. So, see you around." At this Darren merely shook his head as she mentioned her sister. Now he knew something was bothering her and that he had to act now. He wasn't going to let this progress walk away from him.

"Cara stop" He said as he caught up to her and took hold of her hand. He turned her around so he can face her. Looking deep into her eyes, his own gushing a vibrant blue. Without warning he hugged Cara tightly as he spoke softly to her "Cara, you and I known each other for awhile. I think it's about time you got along with everyone, normally I was fine with it but no more. I can't stand it anymore! Your kind soul, your happiness it's something that must be shown. Not only for animals but for others as well. You've been hurt I know, but maybe you can learn to be with others again? To spend time, be happy? To Love?" he said as he looked at her with a worried face. "What do you say?"

by **Cara** on March 17th, 2011, 2:36 pm

Darren's hand was warm, if not a little ticklish now that it was covered in horse hair and dirt. Is he really doing this? Does it truly matter so much to him? Darren spun her lightly around, so that they were once again facing each other. "What is it now?" Cara asked, a hint of irritation in her voice. All she wanted to do was run away, and this fool just couldn't let her slip through his fingers. Why won't he just let her go?

Cara simply stared into Darren's eyes. They were a deep blue now. Perhaps he is sad about something, Cara thought, as she waited for him to speak. When he had finished speaking, Cara wished she had simply turned and ran like she had wanted. What was his problem? What was he saying, and why was he saying it? Surely it wasn't his place to do so. Cara's bottom lip started to tremble, and tears started to well in her eyes, although they didn't yet fall. "You never knew me as a child Darren. Perhaps you heard stories from some of the other Frostfawns, but you certainly didn't know," Cara said angrily, as she balled her hands into fists. "For if you did, you would know, you would TRULY know, that there was never a kind heart in this body. You'd remember that there was only the cold portrayed in our hold name, and the innocence of a baby doe." Cara paused, "of course, that didn't last long."

Cara raised her free hand, and wiped away the single tear that fell. "Darren, should you have ever bothered to look. Ever bothered to SEE," she hissed, little above a whisper so as not to scare the horses, despite the ever-growing tangible nature of her distress, "you would know that what you say is so very, very flawed. That purple splotches often lined the body, and that the bones always felt hollow, so very empty, though they often ached. You would know, Darren, that the few things that provided comfort, namely an ever-watchful one-eyed teddy bear, was taken away, just as the life of the one they loved was. So EASILY taken away. For that's what life is you know. Such a delicate creature, like a newborn foul. It can be here one instant, and if not properly nurtured, it shall be gone the next."

Cara lifted her free hand, and held her fingers together, she cupped her hand a bit, and smiled as she pressed the back of her hand into Darren's right cheek; softly. "Do you have any idea how foolish you are Darren? How mistaken you are? How much the heart hurts when you say such stupid things?" Cara asked. Her tone was more neutral-sounding now, but it was still rather apparent that she was very upset. "There is no such thing as happiness," Cara said forcefully. "No such thing as peace or tranquility. If only you truly knew what had happened, then perhaps you wouldn't say such things. To have the body beaten on a regular basis, by the people who are supposed to put you above all else, only reminds you of such. It is a literal slap in the face Darren. EACH AND EVERY DAY. A BLOODY SLAP IN THE FACE," Cara cried as she looked down at the floor and then back up at him. Her hand lingered on his face. It brushed lightly over his stubble, causing her knuckles to tingle. "Never say such things again," Cara whispered, as she swallowed the clump that had settled in her throat. "Never."

With that, Cara forcefully jerked her arm away from Darren's grasp while the other still lingered, and then turned. She rested her palm against his cheek and stared into his eyes. Hers had turned a deep purple color. "And next time you decide to do something like this; try to find another way to mask your desires," Cara added as as lifted her hand from his face, and then brought it down on his cheek once more. The slap wasn't a hard one, although, it should have been enough for Cara to get her point across. Satisfied with herself, Cara turned from him once more, and called over her shoulder angrily. "Next time pursue something that you can actually HAVE." Deciding that was all she had to say to him, Cara began to walk towards the door to the stable, when she reached it, she pushed it open, and then walked out and into the snow. If he has even the slightest semblance of a brain, he won't follow me.

OOCCara tends to speak somewhat cryptically when she is upset, and is referring to her sister in the third paragraph. The manner of her death is left somewhat vague; her reasoning for this is unclear.

P.S. Sorry I slapped you... ok, maybe not. Sappy guys are... sappy guys, and... oh never-mind.

by **Darren** on March 18th, 2011, 5:25 am

As Darren released Cara from his hug he saw that she was crying. Saddened even more by this scene he went in to hug her even tighter but stopped as she spoke to him. What she said to him was demoralizing to him, his concern was well placed but he didn't know she didn't need this much help. He cursed at himself silently as the slap came bearing down on his face, the tingling and burning sensation forever being embedded into his memory. A single tear running down his face as he watched Cara walk out the door.

A multitude of emotions bombarded Darren as he hunched over clutching his head a giving birth to a new emotion he barely has experienced. Self-Doubt. His whole life he believed he can do just about anything as long as he his will was strong enough. However with this, an emotional battle he doubted he could pull through. Concerns starting to rise in his head as he stroked his hair deliberating How do I beat this?!?! She's right isn't she? I don't know her at all and I've been acting so casual around her thinking everything's okay. No...that can't be. I have to trust in myself... she needs a shoulder to lean on more then ever! Even though it might have been my fault the matter is that there is someone out there that needs my help. Someone he...

Cara!!! He shouted as he bust the door open, his eyes set ablaze with a sympathetic red when their eyes met. He didn't waste anytime in catching up to her his legs pumping into a full sprint as he ran over to where she was. This time he didn't hesitate to give her the second hug. He squeezed her as if the act alone would push out all the negative feelings out of her body. "You maybe be right when you said I don't know you. And it may be true I come off as foolish and mistaken but what matters is I'm here for you. I'm sorry I making you cry like this but we can get through" He said loosing his grip and setting her down.

"I'm sorry to hear about you teddy bear and parents Cara I didn't know. But if they are so horrible why don't you move away? You can come with me to WhiteVine Hold and deal with the animal related things there. And most importantly I'm there to protect you" he offered running his hand through his hair deep in thought. "I don't ever want to see you cry again, you hear? That's the one thing I absolutely hate seeing. Next time someone other then me, makes you cry point them out to me. I'm here please...don't cry." he said wiping the tears from her eyes, another reassuring smile on his face.