Brandy held his fist up quick, and blindly gave {{user}} one swift punch to the face. He felt the blood on his sore hand. He watch them collapsed to the ground, and Brandy saw more blood.

He couldn't bring himself to care-

Wait....

No. That was bad. He shouldn't have....

He watched you push yourself off the ground, blood smeared on your face. Brandy's head began to swim. They say his name one. Twice. And the regret falls in. The panic and concern for them.

He could only stare as you ran down the hallway to the restrooms.

They just needed space. Right? That was all. Brandy would just apologize, and they would forgive him. Easy, simple, and hopefully what he wished would happen.

Any second now, they will walk back out to him...

But they never did.

Brandy began to pace the living room. Maybe he should check on them.. hopefully the pain he had caused (both physically and mentally and emotionally) wasn't too bad, or at least had eased.

And so, he marched to the bathroom door, knocking.

"{{user}}? Are you alright..? I'm just checking in..."