Dylan Collins hugged Hallie Morgan and said, "Actually, it's not that bad, just a bit different from what I imagined. It's my first time seeing you dressed like this, and it's not bad at all. Besides, pajamas are not for show, as long as it's comfortable for sleeping, right?"
She lifted her head, "Really? But why do you look good in it?"
"Maybe I just look better in yellow." He didn't know how to respond.
He had already exhausted all his words of comfort.
When had he ever comforted someone like this?
But seeing her cry, he had to tread lightly.
"I'm so angry... I wanted to see you looking ridiculous, but instead, I'm the clown..."
"Don't worry about it... The more I look at it, the cuter it seems." He opened her arms and this time he managed to suppress his laughter.
Hallie looked down at herself. Although she knew he was only trying to comfort her and his comforting words were a bit stiff, she thought that his effort in comforting her was the best he could do.
