“Of course not” Harry cooed, rubbing Cheryl’s back in soft circles. He turned, hearing Alessa cry.
Awkward. Emotional. He had no idea what to do when girls cried in front of him. Especially her. Part of him had very little interest in doing anything, but the majority was concerned. “Here..ah..please don’t cry..” One or two movements of readjustment put Cheryl on his hip, his free arm offering the handkerchief he kept in his jacket’s inside pocket.