Little things...

Ive found on a regular basis the little things that happen in movies and shows are terribly moving for me.

Tonight I was watching Frasier, the episode Something Borrowed, Something Blue pt 1 Daphne has learned Niles has feelings for her, and has just come to the realization that she has feelings for Niles.

She and Frasier are discussing her telling Niles in the elevator. (In front of a neighbor, who Frasier chastises, telling her not to act like she isnt listening.) Then Niles returns, married to Mel, he tells Martin. In a flurry of activity Frasier and Martin end up back in the elevator,  discussing Niles being married, in front of that same neighbor, whose reaction is a sympathetic, "oh, poor Daphne".

Frasier bursts back into the apartment, to interrupt Daphne's confession to the now married Niles. Martin returns, and so does Mel. Who proclaims for all that they are married. Devastating Daphne. Who holds her emotions in check long enough to make a gracious exit. Only to breakdown in front of the elevator doors, that open with the same neighbor still on the elevator. The neighbor promptly sets down her laundry badket and opens her arms to the weeping Daphne.

That gesture, that small gesture of literally being there to catch someone as they fall, it moves me to tears everytime I see the episode. Every. Time.