Re: April/Eliot
Eliot enfolded her into an embrace when she started crying. Stroking her hair, he murmured, "Hey, now, it's all right." He wasn't sure what had triggered what was another crying jag until she finally spoke again. Westin and her had broken up.
"Aw, hell, I'm sorry," he said, voice low and soothing. He kept running his hand gently through her hair, calming. "What happened? Do you want me to go and pound some sense into him?"