He didn't think of himself as a comforting sort of person. He'd much rather make a person forget what was bothering them through mindblowing sex than actually ask them how they were doing or what was wrong. But here he was, in the exact opposite position. Asking a crying girl.. well woman, Angelina Johnson to be exact. And he wasn't exactly opposed to it.
He could feel the dampness from her cheeks on his bare chest and his suspicions were entirely confirmed. She resisted the motion and it didn't surprise him. Also didn't stop him from tightened his arm and directing her to rest against him. Too bad if she didn't want to.
Adrian frowned slightly as she spoke. "Been like what?" He found himself pressing. "As much as I like thinking of you as a MILF, I'm not your kid to send back to bed." He added, not even thinking of following her directive to go back to sleep.