Quarter of a Master
A dead serious, nearly deadpan look fell over Colette.
"Connel, if you don't think manly men cry you've got the wrong heroes." She grumbled. "But I get it. It's a crutch and there's nothing wrong with that."
It wasn't for her to advice on, but she'd still think the mask had to go eventually or he'd risk never being able to process things. Especially the rougher emotions that took time to learn how to navigate through.
"Just be careful, is all I ask." She crossed her arms. "Where's Omega heading off to next?"