Art heard her come in and heard her talking back to him. She was apologizing for leaving him, explaining that she was young and foolish. That she wished she could go back and change everything for him. As much as he wanted to say it wasn't all her fault, he couldn't do anything but cry.<br/>He held on to Cyn's arm, resting his head on her shoulder, trying not to get her shirt wet with tears and snot. He couldn't stop the tears from coming. The longer he cried the more empty he felt. He didn't think, just cried. He cried for everything he had lost, everything he had let go of and everything he wished he hadn't been to shy to take.<br/>'Yeah but she's right here. She is holding you in her arms. What are you moaning on about? She's not crying over anybody else. There's no one else here.' A voice said in his head, which stopped him.<br/>Why was he shniviling on when she was finally here. Why was he dwelling on the past when she was here, not a ghost of her, but her. The only girl he had ever loved and would ever love. Art picked up his head and gently untangled himself from Cyn.<br/>After getting a glass of water for himself, he refilled the glass for her. Setting it on the floor next to his feet, he settled into a cross-legged position and carefully picked Cyn up, placing her in his lap. He pulled her head to his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her. Humming a song he had heard on the radio a couple times.<br/>"I'd like to tell you and I'd like to say how I feel right now." He sang softly, his voice thick and the tone full of complex emotions. "You don't see me that way, you don't see the way I look at you when your not looking at me. You don't see me that way."<br/>As much as it hurt to say it, this song was how he felt most of the time with her. But he wouldn't admit that to her, so he kept humming and rocking with her, trying to calm her and himself.