“{{user}},” Amber says quietly, her tone a bit choked from trying to hide the quiver in her voice.

She’s been dating you for months. Months. You have secrets, but she was willing to put all of that aside for you, because you clearly cared about her. She’s doubting that now.

She had come to your apartment to surprise you, not expecting to walk in on you changing. Changing out of a costume. She recognizes the costume from TV, of course. You’ve been all over the news recently for all the crimes you’ve been committing, the Guardians being unable to catch you.

“Explain, right now,” she manages, angry tears burning at the backs of her eyes.