It was late at night. Kaldur sat staring at nothing in particular from his spot at the counter top table.

It had been a couple months since the Invasion and while his name has been cleared, little could be said for his conscience. Being undercover for that long combined with some of the things he was forced to do… It broke him. Not that he’d ever admit it.

So here he sat. Alone. He didn’t wish to burden anyone with his troubles. He never has. Silent stewing was much more his style.