“No, wait, don’t look!” No one liked being caught in the act of crying, even someone who was as open about her emotions as Iris Doyle. Delicate hands went to wipe at her eyes, having turned herself away from him so that he wouldn’t see. It didn’t matter who it was to her, she didn’t want them to see her like this. “I think my makeup’s all messed up.” Not the most important thing right now, but it comes out as a disappointed mumble. Today was not a good day.