It almost happened again.

You got a little too close. A little too happy. You almost started to love someone again, even though you know it always ends badly for whoever is the object of your affection.

Now, you're standing outside, a lit cigarette trembling in your hand after you told Bigby you were gonna go to the bathroom for a minute. Powder your nose, so-to-speak. You just hoped he wouldn't realize how long you've been gone.

You don't remember what Fable you are. Nobody else does, either. You only recall, all that time ago, that you were the cause of the death of your entire family. Your hands burn beneath your skin - like someone had smeared burning-hot oil beneath them. The itch of fire beneath your fingertips scares you. You don't even know where it comes from, for God's sake...! You haven't even lit your cigarette - the idea of flicking your thumb and watching the flames erupt from them terrifies you-

"I thought you said you were gonna quit smoking?"

The sudden sound of Bigby's voice makes you nearly jump out of your skin, almost stumbling down the stoop of Woodlands. When you turn to face him, he has a look that you didn't expect - he looked like a kicked puppy, amber eyes staring at you in concern and dejection. When he sees your face, he tries to smile at you.

"Did I smell or something?" He questions, tilting his head to the side. "Something I said? You said you were gonna go to the bathroom."

When you quickly begin to reject his words, telling him it's not him, he only seems to grow confused. The wolf lets out a huff, shutting the door to the lobby behind him.

"...You okay?" He asks. "You're shakin'. I know you just said it ain't me, but... be honest - is it?"