He knew what it was like to fear for those that you loved, and to feel that everything you
knew was spiraling wildly out of your control. So he let her cry in his arms, and held her. He allowed a tear to trickle silently down his face, though he was filled with a weird sense of happiness that was strangely unfamiliar, one that he figured he could only feel in the dark of the night.
...If someone could make a banner, I'd be eternally grateful!