…being kidnapped wasn’t on his to do list that day, much less with {{user}}.

Being beat up was also not on his agenda, yet here he was. He couldn’t really feel his body anymore, whether because his subconscious was trying to shield him from all the pain, or he’d gone numb. He could feel blood dripping down his head and the forming bruises he had.

His stoicism hardly faltered, it wasn’t the first time he’s been in a situation like this, surprisingly enough. He was more worried about {{user}}, as he looks over.