There wasn't much holding him together really. His emotional state was held together by thread, and that thread was the silent consoling from Madison herself. If she had said nothing, he'd have held it together. But her words broke him. She opened up the floodgates with her promise, and as soon as they opened, the tears began to flow. He hadn't dared to show that much weakness. Not to anyone, even before the fall. But in only a few days, Madison had broken through his walls. She had seen the hell hidden behind his eyes and still she held him, lovingly.<i>Lovingly... </i>could she? No, how could she love such a monster? She'd just witnessed an atrocious act of murder. Yes it was justified, at least in his eyes, but the way he had ended Clyde's life was hideous. Monstrous. How could she ever love someone like him.<br/><br/>Still, no matter how much of a monster the thought himself to be, she held him tightly, so tightly that he was no longer afraid. He could come back to her, to his life in the plane, living in the badlands, to the woman he wanted to be with. He could anchor himself to her and weather the turbulent waters and the dangerous winds that threatened to blow him further out to sea. If she could anchor him in that moment, maybe she could keep him from ever being swept away again. Arc turned his face slightly and hid his eyes in the crook of her neck. His arms came up and clung to her as he sobbed, no longer holding back the darkness and sadness that weight down his heart and locked away his soul.<br/><br/>There he stayed, holding her so tightly that she wouldn't have been able to leave him even if she wanted to. Eventually, however, the sobbing subsided, leaving him sniffling and puffy-eyed. "Madison... i'm sorry for leaving. You won't leave, will you? I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay here. With me."