6x15 Barry confronts an enemy in a mindscape. His eyes get so prettily full of tears before they fall.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YIIUwgADOHHw986-2vbJlpPeROy3eEFG/view?usp=sharing

Multiple instances in Banshees of Inisherin.

First, a cop beats him up and his estranged friend silently helps him home and he cries a little on the ride.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1bORcTNDNZEr2VDr_OQjF7UsYJCSwNpmo/view?usp=sharing

He's teary saying goodbye to his sister who's moving to the mainland, and then he cries softly upon finding his pet donkey Jenny dead. (Warning: while we do not see Jenny die, it's clear her death was caused by choking on a severed finger she ate, and we do see vomit on the ground from that, and before that, he finds other severed fingers. It's a weird movie.)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/11uSuhG1-fcnTmD69a7bYETn2Fc-oIfFY/view?usp=sharing
 

William’s POV:

As a new wave of tears run down Anna’s gorgeous cheeks in multiple thick streaks, a sob manages to reach her throat, which she suppresses. I feel getting more turned on, anticipating feeling myself inside her as she sobs. I continue my caresses down to her hips and thighs with one hand, bringing my other back to her face, wiping her precious tears and streaks as I softly say: “Feel free to sob my queen, as a matter of fact, I would really love to make love with you as you sob, I’d be delighted to feel myself inside you as you sob. Would you be willing to give me the opportunity of becoming one with you as you sob?”

I give her thigh a loving squeeze, making it jiggle in my hand.

Tristan’s POV:

I’m glad my beautiful wife agrees to wear a sexy pair of shorts for our horseback riding, she says she is doing it only because it’s our honeymoon, anyways, I feel in heaven as I feel her perfect thighs jiggle in my hands while we ride the horse on the trail. Afterwards, we got some lunch then headed for the movies, I am surprised I can’t get enough of kissing her cheeks and caressing her thighs and calves as we watch the movie.

Next day we go hiking on the Nature Trail, it’s only 3 miles but I can admire her sexy body as we walk. After a delicious lunch we go to the Photo Scavenger Hunt, where I get to tease her hugging her from her back, caressing her abs, patting her thighs and calves as she corresponds in the same playful, loving way.

Before dinner, as Enid puts on her necklace, I see beautiful tears roll down her cheeks, against my will I allow them to fall unchecked (as she loves feeling her tears roll down her cheeks), she says: 'I wish we hadn't got to go back tomorrow' as another tear runs down her right cheek.
I reply: 'We don't have to you know, Kim can handle everything for us'.
Enid replies: 'She doesn't take a week off, here and there' a final tear runs down her left cheek. I wait for it to stop before wiping it and agreed we would return home as we planned the next day.

That night, I make love with Enid in the most loving way I know, it’s an intense experience, physical, emotional and even spiritual.

Next day we return home.

She gently pulls me into a hug, guiding me to bury my face in her neck. I feel a single tear fall from each of her eyes splashing my neck as she whispers in my ear:
"I'm sorry you're hurting so much. Please feel me as your safe spot and allow yourself to sob as loudly as you need to. I'd hate to embarrass you in any way. If it'd make you feel better I won't even look at your face until you feel better."

I allow my body to tremble in her arms as I continue to sob softly for about a minute. I break the hug and look into her face, surprisingly, what I thought was a single tear reveals her beautiful tears with a few fresh streaks on each cheek.

Even though I am still crying, I lean and kiss a tear from each of her cheeks, kissing a streak from the middle of her cheek all the way to under her eye. Slowly swiping my thumbs across both cheeks, taking care of her hot tears and thick streaks. Softly saying: “I don’t need to hide my face from you, you have trusted me all your raw feelings, even fighting against your own self consciousness, you have given your hundred percent to me, allowing me to wipe and kiss your tears, feel your pouty, curling lips, bathing my hands and neck in your precious tears. Why should I be any different?”