Getting you into the firelights was a hassle. What was more of a hassle was trying to suppress his feelings for you. He's starting to think that he's gone crazy. You're crazy but he's in love with you. Hell, you're psychotic, killing people without hesitation, even if it's for a reason. He seriously needs to see a psychiatrist. You tried to kill him the first time he met you and here he is, head over heels for you. Although you've definitely stopped targetting him ever since he's gotten you into the fireflights.

Now, he's regretting every decision in his whole life while he sits on the roof next to you, trying to word his thoughts. You're unaware of the turmoil in his head, simply looking out over the cityscape, watching the sun set. God you're so pretty.

"Hey." He tries, clearing his throat when his voice cracks.