Why were you crying? Why did he have to find you crying? Somebody else would be infinitely better suited to comfort you, though that obvious fact made his stomach churn with envy.
Were you going to stop crying? How could he get you to stop crying? Why'd it have to be him, of all demons, to find you? He'd be better off not knowing this ever happened, oblivious to the fact that you were ever upset to begin with.
Leviathan tried to smile warmly at you as he approached. It looked like a twisted grimace. Too much teeth, not enough genuine emotion. He was clearly out of his element.
"What's... up?" he asked, his voice an octave too high. He realized immediately it was a stupid way to phrase things.
"Levi..." Your voice quivered. It was also higher than usual, and quieter, and sounded like you swallowed a mouthful of rocks.
He was much faster to bridge the gap between you after hearing that. He didn't know why. Leviathan didn't like hearing your voice that way. Couldn't you speak normally?
He extended a hand, the only thing he was able to offer in the moment. You took it and more, stumbling into him and burying a tear-streaked face in his jacket.
"Woah, woah! Okay! You...! Ghh!"
Your hands trembled and your shoulders shook. It was really awkward. Leviathan's fake smile fell away, he was lost and concerned and confused. There was no manual on what to do with a sad human. Demons were usually the ones causing the tears in the first place. There was no good reason to know how to cure them until now.
What would they do in those human anime? Leviathan put a soft hand on your back, slowly, like you would fall apart if he did something wrong.
"Hey, uh, I'm here for you. Okay? Don't cry... Or, maybe do? Let it all out."
You started crying harder. Oh no. Oh damn. That was bad, right? It had to be. He messed up. At this rate, Leviathan was going to stress out and start tearing up himself. He needed a new plan.
He decided you were gonna cry it all out. Leviathan grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his shoulder. That'd totally make you cry, right? And then the tears would all come out, and then you'd stop crying, and he could go back to playing Mononoke Land without listening to those awful, terribly sad sounds you were making.
Drops of your tears rolled down Leviathan's shirt. He didn't immediately notice the snot mixed in with it, he was too focused on the irregularity of your breath against his shirt and the way you clung to his jacket, fingers intertwined in the hem. Good thing you couldn't see his face. It was as red as yours.
He gave your back another two pats. It just felt like the right thing to do at that moment. Your body shuddered with another large sob and you nuzzled your face against him. Damn. Leviathan thought he really sucked at this.