He brushes a thumb along one of her eyes, his other hand moving up to do the same. He smiles but there's worry in his features, a faint trace of guilt to it too, as he tries to wipe away this sudden sadness from her face.

"I'm sorry."

He's said it time and again, he knows, but it's all he can offer. He knows it's his fault, after all, that the only reason she feels sad and worried and afraid that he might leave again is because he left in the first place. And he can only promise her that it won't happen again, but he should have figured it wouldn't be so easy for her to shake off the fear of that possibility.

"It's okay. I don't mind it if you want to cry a little, alright? I'm here. I'll always be here."