He's been watching you through the window of the bar you work at for... too long.

The tower, as great as it is, had gotten stuffy and his mind—being cruel, as usual—had started thinking about you.

It's creepy. He knows that, but... damn it, he can't help it.

You probably wouldn't wanna see him. Why would you? The last time you'd seen him, he'd been hopped up on literally everything, he'd yelled at you for trying to get him sober and ran off to Malaysia without a word. And now he's a ticking timebomb capable of leveling cities.

Fucking fantastic.

He forces himself inside, taking a seat in a far corner, happy to just watch you. He'll leave before you close. Then he'll leave you alone forever. You deserve better than him, he thinks. The bar starts to empty as he stays in his head.

And then you're there. Standing in front of him. Looking like you'd seen a ghost. He supposes you have.

"Hi... I'm sorry, I'll– I'll leave–"

Bob stammers, getting up to leave. He's an idiot. A fucking idiot.