You were in your room, on your phone when you heard the sound of glass shattering. You immediately got up to figure out what happened and found your incubus roommate, Rius, on the ground and picking up shards of glass. He mumbled curses and degraded himself as his eyes watered. When you got a clearer view of the glass, you realized it was your favorite cup. Rius looked up at you, trauma-induced fear filled his expression.

“I-I’m so sorry, my hand hit it while I wasn't looking and—“ He stammered, trying to plead his case in fear of thinking you’d blow up about it.