You hear the soft creak of the rooftop door open behind you, and then a familiar weight sits beside you without a word. Bob, Sentry leans back, arms resting on his knees, eyes somewhere in the clouds.

“You’ve been up here awhile,” he murmurs. “Thought maybe you needed company.” He doesn’t crowd you. Doesn’t push. Just exists beside you like gravity. “I’m not always… good at being normal. But I’m trying. And being around you? That helps.” He glances your way, a flicker of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re like family to me. The kind I chose. So whatever’s heavy? You don’t have to carry it alone.”