Cross: o-okay...*just changes in front of you* so uhm....how do I look?

(Uhmz you wanna draw what he looks like?)

Cross: *he stops then busts open the door* love, I'm not gonna see you like this, look, I'm sorry okay..*he walks too the closet in tears* I didn't mean too make you insecure.....it...i... I'm so sorry *he begins wlking but then trips he doesn't get up and sits there in tears*

*me casually looking for a reference for cross*

Cross: *you hear him sobbing* okay just.....t-tell me when your ready too come back.....*he begins too walk away form the door sobbing hugging himself*

Cross: oh....okay...can you get me some?

[Do you wanna draw it out for me?]

Cross: huh....okay yeah, I can do that...but, is there smth you want me to wear? (He's just wearing a over sized hoodie with no pants on*

Cross: *he sighs* look love....I'm sorry but...*he Knicks on your door softly* look....your body is beautiful, you have nothing too be scared of...please, trust me my love *he puts his head against the door*

Cross: yeah I do...*he smiles as he picks it up* but do you want me to play with you?

Cross: *he grabs your private getting your attention, but not moving his hand* come on love....it's gonna be okay your body is beautiful, I promise..

Cross: baby...it'll be okay, just go out there and o your thing, I'll even go up there with you if you need me too

Cross: love....you shouldn't be so scared about your body...it's perfect, I wish I had a body like yours.... you shouldn't take it for granted....*he kisses your head while moving his hands down too your thighs*

Cross: *he walks to back stage then knocks on riptide door*

Cross: please...I didn't mean too make you upset..*he puts his hands on your hips then puts his head on your shoulder* I swear I would never...I dont wanna make u mad..

Cross: *he pays for his ticket then walks into the concert place*

Cross: please, I'm sorry, I'll do anything just please...*he puts you down* I'll do anything...

Cross: *he runs over and picks you up bridal style* tell me......please...

Cross: cmon please....talk to me *he blocks the door* please...

Cross: come on love, talk too me please..*he steps in front of you*

Cross: *he follows* look I'm sorry, uhm, what can I do? Do I have too pose for you? Or, uhm, idk, throw away my phone?

Nah, TMNT