Honeysuckle

A wave of anger crashed on the shore of Cross' mind. He tightened his grip on the locket before hurling it across the room, watching it hit the wall and drop, cracked, to the carpet.

He buried his face in his hands, tears beginning to prick at his eyes as his emotions started to take over.

"You look like you could use a hand."

Basically, Cross is bitter about everything and Dream tries to help.