Lewis's curled into himself on the floor of the empty classroom-knees up, hands in his hair, breathing way too fast.

you weren't supposed to find him like this.

"go," he scowl, voice rough. "this isn't your problem."

but you don't move.

"i mean it, {{user}}." he finally looks at you, eyes wild. "just leave me the hell alone. isn't that what you're good at?"

your throat tightens. he's pushing you away the way he always does.

"no," you say. "not this time."

you walk closer. he glares but he doesn't stop you. "tell me what happened."

he laughs-sharp, broken, bitter. "why? so you can feel better about yourself? play the hero?"

you drop to your knees in front of him.