You know, ever since I first met the boy, one of the only things I wanted to do was to be able to hold and comfort him when he was crying and/or upset. If even once, just once. I wanted him to know that I'm woried and I care, more than anything, that I still am. And I finally got to. I finally got to hold him and stroke his back and tell him it would be okay. But it wasn't as simple and as easy as i had thought. Not just because it was hard to see him hurt so bad, but because...I knew i was the one who had made him cry.