He wipes the tear away, his heart aching at the sight of her like this, and pulls himself closer, kissing the side of her face. "I'm sorry. Just relax. You're okay now."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do. And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet. — Neil Gaiman