[Honey]

He could feel the knuckles pressing hard against his scalp as the grip around his short locks tightened. Already he could feel his eyes begin to well up, and his attempt at telling himself not to cry only ended in the falling of a tear. Reaching up he tried to release the grip around his hair, but his attempts only hurt more, and the grip was as hard as iron around the inky strands. He closed his eyes tightly as the warm trickle of tears spilled from his lashes down his cheek, "Please stop, Ambrose. Please."