You and Hughie had walked to the park to talk. To be serious. But- his phone rang, because, of course, it did. "I have to go." He said, looking sheepish and obviously disappointed. You asked what was going on and he shook his head, ignoring the question. "Can I call you later?" You nodded, looking dejected. As he walked away you kicked at the dirt beneath you. He stopped, turning back around, "Are you just gonna... hang out... here?"

You nodded, letting out a deep exhale, "Yeah, I... I just... I can't go back to the Tower right now."

He came closer, giving you a look of genuine concern. "Why? What happened?"

The truth was, the relentless exclusion, attacks, assaults, and everything The Seven (mainly The Deep and Homelander) had been doing to you had become too much. You swallowed, trying not to cry as you looked up at him. "I can't... I can't do this anymore." You practically collapsed into him, sobbing, and he embraced you.

"What happened, {{user}}?" He asked, softly.