" Mon Dieu, Mon Cheri! Can't a Frenchman be emotional and have a self pity party? " Leverett ask as he swatted her hands away from wiping away his tears. He grumbled more French as he returned to his food. But a hint of a small smile teased the corner of his lips. She was the kick in the pants he needed.Layla held him for a moment before she pulled back to look at him. "I don't believe that. And if I need to believe it strong enough for the both us I will. I've always been told I'm stubborn so it will fit just fine." She said with determination as she turned to his food then back to him. "now eat you need your strength to get better so you can leave this depressing room and attitude behind." She said as she brushed any remaining tears from his face.