“Don't you know that boys don't cry?' Adam grinned. 'Shall I tell you something I've only recently discovered,' I replied, not attempting to hide the tears rolling down my face and not the least bit ashamed of them. 'Boys don't cry, but real men do.”
“Boys don't cry, but men do.”
“When she cried, he would say, "there is nothing wrong with crying. Your feelings tell you who are. They tell what is important. Don't ever be ashamed of them.”
“Don't you dare cry. If you do, then I shall, and I refuse to allow it.”
“Perhaps I am just a coward who loves to laugh at life better than I do cry with it. But when I do get to crying, boy, I can roll a mean tear.”
“He's gonna come at you first,” the boy says“I know,” I answer. “You go to his--” “I will,” he replies, grinning. I shake my head. Nothing's changed. We don't need words, not when we're hunting together.”