Heather closed the distance between them, going to him searching his face. Something was horribly wrong. She didn't care about the mess, she didn't care about the wrecked things. She cared about him. What had caused this?
Without a second thought, without an ounce of fear she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dragged him in to a hug. "What happened?" She asked softly. Not talking about the mess, or the broken bits. What had caused his rage? Her first instinct had been to cradle and sooth. She was there, and whatever was going on they could tackle it together.