The scent of tears was much stronger once he was allowed inside the apartment. While Charlie's back was turned, he quickly glanced around at her apartment- small, a little dark, but clean (despite the half-dozen distinct cats he smelled that visited here frequently), and smelled like baked goods and casseroles. Then he turned back to face her, and saw that she was sitting onto her shabby couch that was currently drenched with her salty tears.
Their scent was so strong, he was afraid he wouldn't even be able to tell if she produced any fresh tears, so he kept his attention on her face as he carefully sat on the other side of the couch, away from the wetness on her side.
She spoke, and he heard her sadness and frowned. It made him unhappy that she was so unhappy.
"Why are you sad?" he asked, speaking for the first time that day. "Yesterday you were happy, and now you're not? Who made you sad?" Being a vampire had it's perks. If she had no defender, perhaps he could act on her behalf?