Ren watched as the cub attentively tapped something with those fluffy paws. The more he watched, the more his eyes grew heavier.
Despite the flood of sympathy and apologies, he could not help but feel a bit empty. He was obviously glad by the fact that he did not break down in front of his mother.
No, he was not just glad. He was actually proud of himself.
Proud that he managed to stay cool-headed when his anger was threatening to spill from his eyes in the form of tears. It was his bad habit. Something he just could not get rid of.
Albeit a very few, every time his anger crossed a certain level, he would end up with tears in his eyes.
Hence, whenever there was a talk about crying in college, he would say that the last time he cried was when he got over his first crush. People would believe that it must be in high school and will not ask any more questions.
