"Thought I'd find ya here."

The familiar raspy voice rumbles from somewhere behind you, making you nearly tumble over the railing.

It’s not that surprising you didn’t even hear him approach. That callsign of his was earned for a reason, after all.

Although this time, perhaps, the sound of his footsteps was muffled by the storm raging inside your mind.

It takes a moment to spot him in the darkness surrounding the rooftop—but you know he's there, watching you. Taking in the sight of fresh tears sliding down your puffy cheeks, the sorrow etched into your eyes.

"Mind if I join you?" he attempts a softer tone, a casual offer to keep you company. Although the true meaning of his words remains clear to you. I'm here for you. I always am.