The sobs only lasted a few moments. Why was it easier to cry this hard when someone was with you? Even if the act was humiliating. At least it wasn't loud obnoxious sobbing. She wasn't drooling, her nose wasn't running, but she had wet his shoulder pretty good with crocodile tears. It was an exhausting experience.
Slowly she pulled herself from his embrace. Her hands coming up to swipe away the remains. "Sorry... I shouldn't have. I... I just couldn't help it." She whispered a little raspy, her throat a little raw. Yet again she was afraid to look up at him, more afraid that she'd see pity in his eyes, than what he'd see in her own. She focused on the fold of her short pants, just below her knee, plucking at a thread that wasn't there.