Of course he has a lot of problems. They are from Alternia; for a troll not to have deep aching problems that haunt them is a rare thing indeed, and perhaps even almost worrying. But, like all of them, he hides them so well. Show weakness to anyone, everyone, and your life would be short. Yet at the same time, they need to be shown so that the pressure doesn't well up inside and break one. It's what the red romances are for. It's why they're so precious.

Darkleer isn't surprised that Summoner doesn't understand this and still fights so hard against it.

Hearing that name and feeling that touch in his hair has him release a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and Darkleer leans into it. "I'm here." His own free hand hovers near Summoner's face, ready to catch any tears that might finally sleep free and down his cheek. He really is beautiful like this, something he rarely gets to see because Summoner is so desperate to be independent and rely on his own two hands, his own feet, his wings, everything that is his own and no one else's. Really, it would almost be enough for him to be jealous if it didn't make his heart twist so painfully.

"I'm here." A weak smile. "And I have just as many problems as you. Don't hold yourself back."