Silly fool. He doesn't want his problems; does he think any other individual in the whole wide universe wants theirs, too? Careful, Darkleer sweeps his finger across Summoner's cheek and gathers up his tears on his thumb.

"Sometimes being strong means being weak." Careful to avoid Summoner's back, Darkleer keeps him close, pressed up against him. If he needs something to hold, he can handle it. Something to rage against, he can handle it. Something to cry against...

He doesn't mind if he's relied on so heavily, even if just for a moment. One could even say it's something he's constantly longing for.

"If you do not show a bit of weakness, let another be your strength for a short while, then you will eventually destroy yourself... Then you will not just be weak, but useless."