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Even though Steve’s tightening hold already made me feel a bit better, it didn’t show on my face. I didn’t try to hide it, or anything, I was just used to show little emotion. Emotion made you weak, was what my father always said. When Steve said my name, I could finally get myself to look up, though now he was the one avoiding my look. I frowned for a moment, but I didn’t interrupt him. ‘I just don’t...’ he said softly, ‘want to lose you, so please, stay.’ My frown disappeared for a brief moment, and then got back. Did he really just say that? His hand clenched on my shirt, which caused me to press my body even ore firm against his, a little afraid of him breaking my spine. Even though reading body language wasn’t my strongest point and I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was crying – something I had never seen coming from him. ‘Shh, Steve, don’t cry,’ I cooed. The words ‘I won’t leave’ were on the tip of my tongue, but I was afraid to say them out loud; it would be a promise I wasn’t sure to keep. Though... him crying over me did mean he cared about me, didn’t it? Suddenly, I remembered some stuff. Stuff considering last night. 'I don't care how many times I have to tell you, but you're not alone! I'm here and I will always be. I... I love you Tony. And I know you don't let people in that easy, but if you let me in, the only thing you'll be letting in is love. I wouldn't dare to hurt you. If I would, I couldn't live with myself anymore.'. Was he talking the truth back then, or was he just trying to stop me from... that? ‘Steve?’ I asked, trying to ignore the fact that he was crying his eyes out. ‘About yesterday... were you... were you talking the truth, when... when you said you loved me?’ My voice went from rather certain to soft and weak, practically the same as how I felt and right after the question I was glad I didn’t promise a single thing, as his answer could easily destroy me. I closed my eyes again, though this time my efforts not to cry worked.