Portrait Tears
She sat down on the expensive couch, staring at the beautifully done portrait of her parents.
Amelia Croft sat with an elegance in front of Richard Croft, both staring at Lara with small smiles and knowing eyes.
Lara wondered if she'd be able to look at people like that one day.
Maybe she already did.
She didn't notice she was crying until a few droplets hit her lap.
Lara looked down at the dark splotches and touched her cheek, wiping away the salty tears.
She leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes, digging up faded memories she'd buried somewhere in the back of her mind.
Not memories of artifacts, magic, and ancient buildings.
Memories of ice cream and birthday parties.
Of carnivals and amusement parks.
Of her childhood.
A heavy weight settled on the cushion next to her and the smell of metal and sweat invaded her nostrils.
Silence.
…...then "Are you ok?"
Not bothering to open her eyes, she replied, "And why would you ask that?"
"Because you're crying."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"You never cry."
Lara sighed and sat up, opening her eyes.
She looked at the Wolverine.
More silence.
…... "I miss my parents." And then she started sobbing.
Wolverine hesitantly pulled the tomb raider against is muscled chest, not knowing what else to do.
They sat there for several minuets until Lara stopped crying.
She eventually sat up and wiped her eyes.
She looked at Wolverine, her eyes glittering with the tears.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being here"
Wolverine smiled slightly.
"You're welcome."