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After everything with Amy, I needed to wind down. I sat in my hotel room, anger coursing through me like nothing I'd ever known. I remember kicking a bureau before I sat down on the bed.

Jeff always knows the perfect moment to come in. He stepped in quietly and sat next to me. "You knew it was coming."

I nodded, anger slowly ebbing out of me at the sound of his voice. My hands were shaking when I put them to my face.

I felt an arm over my shoulders. "It hurts, doesn't it? You want nothing more than for the hurt to stop?"

I nodded, eyes becoming more and more wet by the second. I didn't want to cry. It was stupid.

He put his hand on my chin, forced me to look up at him. "It won't stop if you don't cry."

I've never cried in front of him. Not when Mama died, not when he got hurt, never. But I broke down in that instant. I leaned into him, and started crying like I'd never done before.

He wrapped his other arm around me, hugging me to him. He rested his chin on the top of my head, started whispering little things to comfort me. "It's all right, Matty... It's all gonna be fine..."

It took a while, but I was able to calm down. I backed up from him, breathing slowly. He smiled, reached a hand out to wipe the tears from my cheeks. I leaned into his hand, comfortable.

He still had a hand on my shoulders when he spoke again. "Feels better, doesn't it?"

I nodded, laughing a bit. "I bet I look ridiculous right now, huh?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "Nah. You look like a weight has been lifted from you." He laid back on the bed, situating himself comfortably.

Though Jeff's shorter than me, I leaned back, resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating. My eyes started to slide shut.

He ran his hand through my hair lightly, playing with it. "You'll be fine, Matty. It's her loss."

I sighed, looking up at him. He smiled back at me, and I rested back where I had been, wrapping an arm around him.

Times like these, I'm glad to have my brother. Because when the world crashes down on you, it's nice to have someone who cares no matter what. It's nice to have someone who'll comfort you. It's nice to have someone to see you cry.

Short, I know, but it popped into my head. Just a cute little Hardy scene. Comforting brothers.