Galen allowed himself to sob in Bell’s arms for a long time. It wasn’t until she finally told him that Ren was pressing on her bladder that he pulled away.
He took a minute to compose himself as she went to relieve herself. By the time she had come back, he was calm and rational once more.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“For what?” she asked.
“For the dramatics and waterworks?” he laughed. “I didn’t mean to just dump on you.”
“Pretty sure it’s part of the whole husband and wife deal,” she laughed as she approached him. “But what really matters, is whether or not you feel better. So… do you?”
Galen gave a sad smile and nodded.
“Yea,” he sighed. “Thank you, for listening.”
“Of course,” Bell smiled. “Now… I personally, would love it, like a lot, if you could avoid stabbing my best friend in the future… or threatening to do so.”
Galen chuckled and nodded.
“I will do my best,” he said.
