She couldn't see them, but there were tears sliding down his face. She had made him cry in anger before, tears weren't foreign but they were when he'd used so many of them. The last two weeks had been full of tears, both from the loss of Zoe and the nightmares.
He kissed her, her lips proof that he wasn't still lost in his own head. When she looked at him he hung his head. She needed to scold him for thinking he could handle things on his own.