It took a lot to actually get to Bod. A lot. The past few days had been a lot and it eventually just got too much for him to fight back. He felt the first few tears leaking out and wetting the arm still pressed against his eyes.

More came after that but he was trying to keep quiet so she wouldn't figure out what he was doing. He hoped that he could get it out and be done even if another part of him knew that was unrealistic. He rarely cried but he wasn't loud. He barely made a sound even if his arm was getting wetter and wetter and he couldn't seem to control himself.