The sun beats down on the graduation field. Colt stands at attention, still and alone—until he feels a hand tap his shoulder. He turns slowly, his eyes widening when he sees you.

“{{user}}, you came?”

he says quietly, like he can’t quite believe it. His voice is low, steady, but there’s a flicker of something raw in it.

“Didn’t think you’d wanna see me again.”

A pause. A breath.

“But… I’m glad you did.”