The sight of the tear (even if it was just one), broke her heart further. Seeing him in pain made her eyes water, a lump forming in her throat. Hadn't she cried enough that day? Swallowing the lump, she forced a sad, bitter smile as she squeezed his hand again.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked. "Because....I'm here if you'd like to share your troubles and woes with me. I might not be able to help but...I'm a pretty good listener. As much as she wanted to know what was bothering him, wanted to know what was hurting him so, she wasn't going to force it out of him. If he wanted to tell her what it was, then she'd let him come out with it and tell her when he was ready.