She was crying. She was crying because of him, because of the short description of his sin; because of what everyone in the heavens called the reason he was thrown out. Very few knew the whole story and here she was. Assuming like everyone else and crying. 

When she kicked him off of her, he gave in, letting go of her hands and abruptly standing up. Snapping his fingers, his work clothes appeared back onto his body. “And here I thought you were different than the others.” He said, his voice a mixture of darkness and despair. It took every ounce of his strength not to turn back ground to her and hold her and let her cry on him. Instead he walked to the door of his bedroom and placed his pale on it. 

Upon opening the door, it was nothing but blackness and he stepped inside, shutting the door with a heavy slam behind him.

[color=f6989d]A moment later the door slowly crept open, the little blonde girl stuck her head in. “Lord Leon? I brought tea…” She carried in a tray before looking around. The room was empty outside of Lady Jo sitting on the bed. Isabelle hurried across the room carrying a tray with tea cups, a sugar container and a fresh tea pot. Placing the tray down onto the end table, she reached over and grabbed Jo’s hand in her two little ones. “Lady Jo, what ever is the matter?”[/color]