Art held on to Cyn as she curled himself into him and cried. As much as he tried to stop her from crying, she just kept on letting the tears out.<br/>He rocked and hummed and sung, anything to try and calm her down. He felt his heart break with every tear that soaked his shirt. He kissed her back, gently, trying not to cause her more pain. He rubbed her back with the surface of his fingernails, slowly making circles on her skin. He kept his mind away from the thoughts that tried to invade his mind, thoughts about how she wasn't wearing really anything, how she was holding on to him, how he would never get farther than kisses cause she was crying on him. He shook the thoughts away, lifting Cyns face with one hand, and kissed her eyes.<br/>"If you want me, I'll be here. I hate to see you cry, over all these years I have had you cry on me millions of times." He felt a chuckle climbing up his throat, but he bit it down. "This time, it's different though. I made you cry. I made the love of my life, cry." He kissed her eyes again, gently. He moved his thumb up to her cheek and brushed her tears away.<br/>As hard as he fough his darker side, his lips still tingled and burned for her skin. The feel of her lips under his, the feeling of his lips pressed to her skin.<br/>No! He shouted in his head, no he is not going to think like that. He glanced at the clock and his brain slowly told him that it was midnight. With a sigh, he gathered himself and Cyn up. He carefully carried her upstairs, nudged open his bedroom door and kissed her forehead. Walking over to the bed, he quickly mentally rummaged through his clothes, thinking of something to get her to wear tomorrow.<br/>Placing her on my bed, I grabbed a pillow and propped up her head. "I have to get to work, I'll see you in the morning." He tucked blankets around her and grabbed the pants he'd taken off earlier.