"Shhhh... shhh..." Jonathan cooed, holding him close to keep him from wriggling out of his arms. He bounced him as he usually did to try and put a smile back on his face. He kissed him again and again, on his palms, in his hair, on his head, on his cheeks, at his tears. He swayed, rubbing the boy's back, all the while with "Shhh... shhh...." After a while Matthias seemed tired enough to stop the struggle against his father's arms, but he still called out for his Mama, to which Jonathan begged of him as he buried his face into his hair, "Please stop crying. Matthias, my boy, please stop crying...." For as he was only a two-year-old boy, society wouldn't so much mind him crying in public, but Jonathan's chest was already tight. With every sob of his boy, his heart grew and felt as though it would burst at any moment.