Evie really needed to stop doing that. He wasn't entirely certain why he'd let her slip away from him in the first place, but for a few foolish seconds he allowed himself to be a little transfixed by the movement of the dress around her legs. It really was lovely. And she was lovely in it. And she seemed so happy right now, a complete contrast to little dark raincloud that seemed to poise itself over her head whenever she talked about that damn dress otherwise. It really was a shame that-
The tear of the fabric, and the unexpected collapse of the woman in front of him drew whatever thought had been floating around his head away. Well, not unexpected. It was the whole reason he'd been holding onto her in the first place. Why the hell had he let go?
It didn't matter how, the second he saw those big, watery eyes, he might as well have turned into a big, gooey pile himself. He closed the distance between then and crouched in one fluid motion, his own eyes wide with concern. "Hey, you're okay," he soothed, his hand going out to rub at her back. God, this was all fucking wrong. "The dress'll be okay too. We can have someone look at it tomorrow, alright?" He didn't even really believe that she'd want to tomorrow. "Why don't we get you changed though so that you don't have to worry about tripping over it again, okay?" He tilted his head back to offer her a smile, hoping that would help stem off the flow of tears, though he never broke contact.