“I feel like I might start crying and that I'm going to cry pee.”

“And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.”

“I started to cry then, and I cried for a long time without making much noise. I cried and cried like a little kid.”

“And just like that she was crying. I felt a little like That Guy who holds a baby at arm's length because he's afraid it's going to pee on him.”

“I think I'm going to cry, this is crazy.""No, you're just processing. Go ahead and cry.""I thought men got nervous around crying females.""I'm a Marine, remember? We're trained to handle anything.”

“I am crying, he thought, opening his eyes to stare through the soapy, stinging water. I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater. But he wasn't crying. Curiously, he felt too depressed to cry. Too hurt. It felt as if she'd taken the part of him that cried.”