Let you down

Oh. Her heart began to crack, a small fissure that spider-webbed outwards. Theory steeled herself and willed her emotions to settle. He needed her, as a friend - not a leader, and not a family member in tears. Part of her wanted to take on his pain somehow. It was always her first instinct. Fix, fix, fix. Push it down. Make the pain go away. In fact, she felt cruel digging at him like this. Trying to uncover his hurt. If he didn't offer anything else, she would pull back. He would come to her on his own time. She simply rushed forward, looping her head around his shoulders and offering him a stable place to rest his head on her back. [i]It's okay to fall apart. Just a little. She would give him a safe, comfortable place to crack into pieces if he needed it.