[he raises one hand, like he wants to wipe the tears from her cheek, but it only makes it as high as his chest before he curls his fingers closed and lowers it again]
[he opens his mouth to say something, but for once in his life, no sound comes out, and he can only look up at her. The sight of her crying makes him ache inside, and before long his eyes are tearing up, too]
I wish I could bring back your real home, instead of only a foolish picture on a wall.