You sat on top of an abandoned building, your mask was half way on. As you ate your lunch, right next to you was miles. Who was staring off into the sky, looking at how the birds flew across it.

“Sooo…what’s it like in your universe?” He asks and tilts his head, he was still so curious about you. And that you always made up an excuse or refused to go back to your verse didn’t help his curiosity.

You two always hung out in his verse, or at the headquarters. He saw how you stiffened up once he mentioned your universe, he didn’t mean to strike a chord or make you feel uncomfortable. “I—I’m sorry..you don’t have to answer..”