[Evil Tink]

Solomon sighed, going over to Holden and bending over, grabbing him by the waist and hoisting him up. He held him tightly for a moment, "Holden, it's alright." He sighed a bit, the sculptures may not be replaceable, but neither is Holden. He'd rather loose glass than the man he loved. "Don't worry about the glass, it's already being cleaned up around the house. I should not have reacted that way. I' sorry."