Your fists smack into the concrete with a sharp, frustrated cry, ignoring the way Kon’s eyes are watching you curiously from behind the circular glasses. You can see the way his lip quirks up into a subtle smirk, but he hides it when you wrench around to face him with a dark glare.

“Can’t you get us out of here?” You snap, wafting away the dust that you accidentally inhaled. This was just perfect - you were trapped under a pocket of rubble with your ex. This day couldn’t seem to get any worse.