For a long moment, the three of them just stayed there, tangled together in silence, Yelena's arms wrapped around Mika, Charlotte's fingers clinging to his sleeve.
They could still feel him trembling faintly, his breath hot and uneven against their skin, his face buried against Yelena's chest.
To see him like this, crying, shaking, clinging to them, was shocking.
This was because Mika was never like this. He never showed weakness, not even when he was deeply hurt.
Normally, if he had a problem, he would hide behind that calm mask of his and keep it bottled up inside, no matter how much they asked. He was always composed, always rational, always the one holding the rest of them together.
Yelena and Charlotte even exchanged a worried glance over his head, both of them thinking the same thing.
'Mika never cries like this.'
The only times they'd ever seen tears in his eyes were during movies, those rare moments when a film's ending hit him in the heart.
