No, actually, this time the tears were real and there was a valid reason. In so far as diving from a sofa straight into a radiator is a valid reason.
I want to make it clear that I was the first one to reach him and comfort him.
But when the cavalry arrived I thought that maybe I could grab a quick shot.
I saw something that reminded me of some Victorian paintings of painfully dramatic scenes, when I saw the positioning of the hands, and the folds in the cushions and his top, and his little face contorted with pain.
And tried to calculate if I had enough time to reach for the big camera, but decided against it as there was too much of a risk that the balance in the tableau might change.
I am a monster.