I just held Samuel to me as he cried silently against me. Running a soothing hand through his hair I held him to me. I didn't say anything, didn't move, just held him. I could feel his emotions draining into me. His love, his devotion, his sorrow, his pain. I could also feel his loathing of letting me see him this way, the shame of breaking in front of me the way he has. He was such a proud man. He held pride in his ability to keep his emotions in check, in hiding anything he didn't want people to see. My Samuel, my love felt like he was weak.
"Samuel, my love?" I whispered pulling away just enough to look at him. He looked up to me. His blue eyes shining from tears as emotions rolled through them like a raging storm. "You are not weak my love." I assured him. "No matter what you're feel
