Gooey, Mushy Feelings

   "Oh." He whispered, face painted with various shades of emotions at the same time.

I nodded tensely.

I hated thinking about my childhood. It brings along a lot of trauma, which I'd rather not think about. 

"That must have been frightening." He ended up whispering, cheeks wet with tears which I instantly began to wipe away with my fingers. 

"Stop crying, bunny." I murmured and somehow, that made more teardrops roll down his cheeks.

"It's just that… I used to think I had it bad growing up, but compared to yours, my childhood seemed like a joke, like- like a walk in the pack."

I shook my head and wiped his cheeks again. "No, bunny. Don't say that. We're all built differently and our experiences matter and shouldn't be compared, okay?"

He nodded slowly. "I still feel so bad. I'm so sorry you went through that. You must have been so scared when that happened."