Matt started to feel the warm dampness on his pillow. He hated crying, and he hoped to God Claire wouldn't notice.

"Hey Matt....Matt?"

Shit.

"Are you crying?"

"Would it make a difference if I was?"

Claire walked over and sat on the bed, then laced her fingers with his. Another tear rolled down Matt's cheek, and Claire gently wiped it away with her thumb.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

Matt sat up slowly. Claire couldn't stand the sadness on his face. She'd give anything to see that stupid(cute) smirk on his face.

"I just keep wondering over and over again. Am I even making a difference? I try so hard, and all there is are people I care about getting hurt." He lifted his tear-stained face up at Claire. She held his face in her hands, and kissed his forehead.

"You are making a difference Matt, and don't ask me how, cause I know for damn sure you know. And I might get hurt, but you help me heal."

Matt clung to her, and buried his head in her shoulder. Claire held him tight, and caressed his head. She took his face in her hands again.

"You know I'll always be there when you need someone to cry on."

The look Matt gave her made Claire want to take all of his broken pieces and superglue them back together again. She kissed his forehead again.

"I'll be right back."

Matt grabbed her hand before she could get up.

"Could you please, stay with me for a minute?"

"Of course."

They both held each other tightly, and Claire would stroke his back and say comforting words.

"I'll be right back I promise."

Matt's head was down, "Okay."

Claire returned in a few moments, as promised, with a mug in her hand. Matt could smell it form the kitchen. Lemon and honey.

"I'm guessing you already know what it is."

"Yeah, Claire, thank you so much."

"Your welcome so much." She handed to warm mug to him. He gave a weak smile, weak, but worth just as much as the others. And it was contagious.