Tristan's POV:

My heart starts to gradually increase its beat, I see Lisa blushing as a smile forms in her face. I knew behind that tough almost psychologist, was hidden a beautiful, sensitive girl who loved, no, needed to have her tears taken care of. When she notices I am looking at her, she closes her eyes, only sending more tears down her cheeks, this time, Melissa beat me to it, she raised her left hand and brought it to Lisa's cheek, wiping a tear from the inner corner of her eye and bridge of the nose, making Lisa open her eyes and lifting her head from Melissa's shoulder, blushing. Lisa's tears start to roll down her cheeks (as she has her face straight now), Melissa takes advantage of the moment to turn her body to face her, gathering the courage (as it seems this is the first time she wipes her tears) and cups her cheeks, Lisa blushes harder, her fair skin quite red, giving her a kiss on her lips as she lovingly wipes the tears from both her cheeks.

Melissa surprises me when she boldly asks Lisa to save her tears for her and that she doesn't have to feel embarrassed, adding she was there to take care of her tears, after a short pause, adds that even if the tears are caused by a silly movie, I guess she added that to make her less self conscious.

I lean on Melissa's thigh, standing up and kneeling between them, leaning a hand on each of the girl's thighs, I am a bit surprised when I feel Lisa's thigh barely giving in (almost the same as Enid) at the same time that my other hand sinks all the way, pushing Melissa's soft muscle until I feel the femur. I wouldn't expect my sister to have such a strong girl as a girlfriend (to be honest, I didn't expect my sister to have a girlfriend).

I guess feeling a strange hand makes Lisa turn, I see her eyes and I feel Melissa's eyes on me as well, but I'm focused on Lisa now, her eyes still filled to the brim with unshed tears. I softly say: "What my sis says is true, never feel ashamed or embarrassed of your tears, I would never judge you, I, like my sister, will be available for you whenever you need to talk, to vent, and, I know I'm younger, still I have experience, if I can help you with anything, I may not be physically here, but feel free to call me or if you visit us at our hometown, feel free to drop to my coffee shop, I hope Melissa gets to know it soon, since I opened it after Mels last visit." That gesture seems to push some buttons (I guess she has family love issues) as her lips begin to form a curl and the tears that were about to fall, start to slide down her fair cheeks. I open my arms for her to lean in a hug: "Come here, let me hold you". she leans on my arms, placing her face in the crook of my neck, allowing her now hot tears to fall, landing on my neck. I caress her hair with the hand I had on her thigh and giving a soft squeeze to Melissa's thigh, I lift my hand and bring it to her back, rubbing circles on her back as I soothe her hair: "It's ok, feel free to let it all out, the Holy Ghost will give you the gift of healing the old wound behind these tears, I know the movie was just a trigger, but you had underlying issues buried that came out. Please, allow God to make a miracle happen in your life".

I start praying for her in silence, closing my eyes, I know Melissa knows I am going in profound prayer as I feel Lisa's back start to tremble against my hand as sobs emerge from her throat. I allow her to sob in my arms for a few minutes. I open my eyes as she is still sobbing in my arms, I see Melissa with her jaw open, I don't know what she sees in me (could it be the prayer?), I assent with a nod and break the hug, lifting Lisa's face from her chin: "I have a message for you, allow me to give you a proof that God will always comfort those who cry (I lean and kiss a thick, hot tear from her cheek), feel the comfort of Jesus Christ, (I kiss a tear from her other cheek), Our Lady the Holy Virgin Mary is also comforting you, you have healed, you don't need to tell me what it is, the Lord has taken it away from you. (I lean and kiss a tear streak from each cheek) these kisses are just me in my humanity, I really want to comfort you, and following the reading that says that God will wipe away every tear, I want you to feel all the love of God through me". I cup her cheeks and wipe all her tears and streaks from her cheeks, some with my thumbs, others with my finger pads and most of her streaks with the back of my fingers.

"Lisa, God has given you a gift through the Holy Ghost, once you discover it, accept it and don't be ashamed, even though you will swim against the current, Melissa and I are here for you whenever you feel you need to rest or you break down. Your mission will change many lives, and God will take account of it for your salvation. Trust your heart". I pat Lisa's thigh, this time I feel my hand bounce as the contact made her quads jiggle, and stand up, going back to my seat.

Melissa's pov:

I see my brother stand up leaning a hand on both Lisa as well as my thighs. Lisa and Melissa both turn to look at me. He seems more focused on Lisa in this moment. I then hear him speak. He agrees with me and tells Lisa she shouldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed of her tears as he won't judge her and will be there for her to talk to, just like I would. He says she shouldn't hesitate to call him any time she needs to cry or vent. After my brother says this I can see a huge lip curl on Lisa's face. That's when her tears could no longer be contained and began to fall down her cheeks. Before I can even move my brother has already opened his arms initating Lisa in a hug. I was hoping she wouldn't think my brother was being too forward, but she leaned in placing her face in the crook of his neck. He then moved his hand from her thigh to her hair caressing it gently. He then brings his other hand to her back rubbing circles. Then I was even more surprised when I heard my brother tell Lisa he wanted her to feel comfortable to let it all out as he knew the movie was just a trigger from some bigger underlining issue.

My brother starts praying for Lisa in silence. I know this as I see him quietly close his eyes. I can hear Lisa almost immediately begin to break down in sobs. I can't help but let my mouth hang in surprise/disbelief as only the other day Lisa couldn't stand my brother yet now she is openly sobbing in his arms. After a few min my brother breaks the hug, Lifts Lisa's face and begins to tell her that God will always comfort those who cry and that he has already healed her from whatever was bothering her. After he then kisses a tear from each of her cheeks he cups her cheeks and wipes all her tear streaks from her cheeks delicately with the pads of his thumbs, pads of his fingers and backs of his fingers.

I am still in shock as my brother pats Lisa's thighs and then gets up and goes back to his seat. I turn to my brother and try to find just the right words. "That was amazing. I really appreciate your kindness towards Lisa it means the world to me as I believe it does to her as well."

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Tristan's POV:

As soon as I sit, Melissa turns to me thanking me for my kindness toward Lisa saying it means the world to her, to which I smile and respond: "I felt the motion of the Holy Ghost that she needed to release and that she would heal that old wound, becoming more free from the slavery of pain and sin, even if I hadn't received that I would have had a gesture of comfort for her, maybe a bit more discrete, I hope Lisa didn't find it as if I trespassed her personal boundaries, but like I said earlier, that was the message, and I was clear that I would have comforted her anyways. Melissa knows I always comfort the girls I love most (her and my girlfriend) and if Lisa is so deep in my sister's heart, she is in a status of almost family, so, there is no way I wouldn't comfort her, if she feels ok with it.

I see a leftover pair of tears rolling down the middle of Lisa's cheeks, I lean my closest hand on Melissa's thigh, reaching Lisa's cheek with the back of my fingers of my other hand, feeling warm tears (no longer hot or thick like the previous), smiling at Lisa (leaving her other cheek for Melissa to take care of).

Melissa's pov:

My brother tells me he would have comforted Lisa either way but he did it this time because he felt the motion of the Holy Ghost that she needed to release and that she would heal that old wound, becoming more free from the slavery of pain and sin. He then added that he hoped Lisa didn't think he crossed any boundaries.

I then felt my brother lean his left hand on my thigh to reach Lisa. He then used the backs of his fingers on his right hand to wipe a single tear that was still rolling down the middle of her right cheek. He left her other cheek unchecked, I'm guessing as a gesture for me. I immediately lifted my right hand to her left cheek and thumbed away her still falling tear tracing its streak to just below her eye.

With that although it looked like Lisa wanted to say something all she did was blush as she continued to look at us.

Tristan's POV:

Melissa understood my gesture, as she brings her right hand to Lisa's left cheek, taking care of her tear along with the streak all the way up to just below her eye. Lisa looks like she wants to say something, but she only blushes. I stand up once more and squat in front of Lisa, the back of my thighs touching my calves, I lean both hands on Lisa's thighs, caressing her quads from her knees to the middle of her thighs back and forth, encouraging her to talk. Her muscles are quite defined. I give her a look, encouraging her to talk. She doesn't move. I softly bring both hands to her hot face and tell her: "Lisa, don't feel weak for crying, I can tell you, you are very brave for allowing us to see your tears, you are smart for letting your body vent through tears, and I have to admit, you have a very beautiful heart for forgiving me so quickly, allowing me to wipe and kiss your tears as well as accept my hug. Never feel embarrassed or ashamed for crying, if you don't want to cry in front of others, that's ok, but with us, we will love you, comfort you and especially never judge you. Don't think how you look, I know girls tend to be self conscious about their supposed ugly cry face, in fact, we all have it, and it's not ugly. Do you understand?" I tenderly caress both cheeks as I finish talking (I feel sensitive feeling her sticky, hot cheeks).

I look at her eyes.