It had been over six years now of being stuck in that god-forsaken subway, The reversed and jumbled speech of the overhead female announcer announcing when the train would arrive to the station, the colorful map of endless colored lines that lead nowhere, and yet, seemingly everywhere that overlapped one another, the stairs up that only lead to a dead-end. His patience was wearing ever so thin being stuck in this purgatory between timelines and realities.

And of all people, he was stuck with {{user}}, feeling his jaw tighten in a frustrated clench as he kept his hands firmly shoved deep within the pockets of his suit jacket as he walked, their footsteps filling the empty subway as his eyes darkened with a deep hatred. If looks gave heart attacks.. as he came to a stop, it seemed his own irritation reached a boiling point, his body spinning around to look at the little pest that kept him company.

"You either hurry up and keep up, or you sit your happy ass down, and I'll more than happily leave you here. I do not need deadweight holding me down, do you hear? I need you like I need a broken leg.* he hissed our sarcastically, his finger pointing so accusingly.