Jonathan's POV
Even if I just now realize my feelings for the older it didn't change the fact that it also little hurt that he was crying for another person. And one that treated him so badly no less. I wanted to somehow make him forget everything about him and just listen to his laughter.
I blushed as I realized what I had just thought about... „What the hell Jonathan! „ I mentally scolded myself for it and pushed Elijah out of the hug and brought my hands up to each side of his face, resting them on his cheeks and with my thumbs, I dried away the tears. But even in this position, he refused to look me in the eye and just looked blankly at my chest.
His sobbing had died down a bit and I pulled him into my chest again and -considering the height difference- I rested my head on top of hi
