It was almost like doing that broke some kind of seal, because Faye was dropping her head onto Stark's shoulder with a soft sob that she would never, ever, ever, ever admit to.

Those were also fake tears, everyone! Fake crying. That was an imaginary wetness on your shoulder, Stark.

"You're too nice to me." It was all she could think to say right now, because it just felt deeply true. Especially after meeting Zhaan, and seeing how serene and kind she was, and then spending a good chunk of the weekend wondering what in the actual hell he saw in Faye, after that.