Stone Circle i think i'm gonna make it worse

He can't remember the last time he'd felt so much — relief? Is that it? He can't think of another word for the feeling washing over him like cool water over angry red burns. It's as if some weight has been lifted from his chest, if only temporarily, but has been there so long that the shock of it is overwhelming. His breath catches, another shiver running down his spine, and he pulls away slightly as he feels a familiar heat behind his eyes.
For a moment, he fights it; not now, not here. He can't ruin this — but he can't fight this flood of emotion, either. The tears that hadn't come for Eris, for Delight, for Ulf make their appearance now, creeping out from under his eyelids unbidden. He gives in, then, as they trek down his cheeks and the frigid night air chills them, and presses closer to Outlander.