[But he can feel himself cracking, the emotion welling up. A part of him still wants to shove her away, to not give in to the weakness. Soldiers don't cry. They just carry on, deal with what they're faced with and hold up those around them who need it.
The part that wins out is the one that has John setting down his coffee in the chair that Molly's vacated, before wrapping his arms around her waist. The stretch across his shoulders and ribs hurts, but that's fine.
The tears come, unwanted, as John presses his face to Molly's chest and cries silently. His chest hitches and his body shakes. And it hurts, but there is something cathartic about it.]
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[But he can feel himself cracking, the emotion welling up. A part of him still wants to shove her away, to not give in to the weakness. Soldiers don't cry. They just carry on, deal with what they're faced with and hold up those around them who need it.
The part that wins out is the one that has John setting down his coffee in the chair that Molly's vacated, before wrapping his arms around her waist. The stretch across his shoulders and ribs hurts, but that's fine.
The tears come, unwanted, as John presses his face to Molly's chest and cries silently. His chest hitches and his body shakes. And it hurts, but there is something cathartic about it.]