Patroclus offered up an apologetic look for waking her. He hated that she was worried too. It'd been a month and a half since they were rescued and he very much hoped Roxanna hadn't still been worried that entire time. She wasn't wrong though. It was eating him up inside.
"Give me a second?" he said, slipping out of the room to grab some water. He padded into the kitchen, flicking on the light. The glasses were in a cupboard above the sink and when Patroclus reached up to grab one, there was a twinge in his shoulder.
It was Patroclus needed to set him off.
He stood there above the sink, crying silently, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He was a warrior and this was ridiculous but he couldn't help it. He was hurt and scared and sad and so he cried.
When he returned to Roxanna's room, he was carrying two glasses of water, and his eyes were red and puffy. He snuffed and sighed. "Guess you're right about that...eating thing."