rubs his chin. "It's something to do with the nerves system... your eyes are connected to your brain, so..."

frowns, rubbing at her eyes. "Well, it's stupid. It makes you feel even worse."

scratches his head and laughs nervously. "I don't really think our bodies have a say in the matter..."

looks down at the ground. "Doesn't mean it doesn't suck."

rubs his chin. "Mm... Chocolate helps a bit if you aren't prone to sugar rushes. It releases endorphins to make you feel better."

snorts, but it sounds a little...odd. "I know that. Did you forget who you're talking to?"

chuckles. "Oh, that's right. Miss Belgium. The master of chocolates. My brother can't compete with you."

nods. "Damn right he can't."

blinks. "Hey... were you crying or something?"

if he's stupid, rubbing at her red eyes.

scratches his head. "Why...?"

shrugs, looking down at her feet blankly. "Just because."

bites his lip. "Sometimes it makes you feel better to talk about it..."

frowns, looking up at him. "...really."

bites his lip. "Well, yeah... it's gotta get off your chest, somehow. I rant to Al all the time."

rubs her cheek. "Oh...well, when I find someone to rant to I will."

scratches his head. "I don't mind lending an ear."

frowns. "...but I don't know you that well, I don't want to be a bother."

scratches his head. "I get along with your brother, why not you too? It's nothing, really..."