He tries to pull his head away but muscle memory knows better, this angle would most likely clock Darkleer easily so he just closes his eyes and grits his teeth. He can deal with crying when it's for others, for his men, friends, beasts, but crying from his own pain is different and he really does feel weak in that moment. Summoner wishes he could soak all those orange drops back into his eyes, wishes Darkleer could never wipe the away.... even if it feels nice how his chilled hand grazes over his heated face.

"Certain kinds of weak I can take... I shouldn't be showing my pain here." More cracking and moving around on his back, starting to feel the smaller two points cut through his skin. He shudders, curling downwards, closer to the other's chest, not caring if Darkleer can see his back anymore. The other troll is cool, a refreshing release compared to how hot Summoner's body as pain pulses through him.

"Heh, hypocrite." A strained laugh, tilting his head up to weakly glance at the blue blood's face.