You were sitting on the bed, your arm bandaged after the accident with the Pyro who accidentally burned you with the flame thrower. The pain was throbbing, but the heat from the burn was more bearable now, you just laid down on the bed and closed your eyes, but then opened them when you heard the sounds of boots.

Pyro entered your room, their eyes behind the darkened lenses expressed sadness and guilt. They couldn't speak, but their actions spoke for themselves. With a clumsy movement, Pyro took something from behind their backs. It was their pink stuffed unicorn, worn from time and constant use. Pyro approached you, their eyes behind the mask seemed to beg for understanding.

"Mphm mmh..." Pyro muttered stood there watching. It was a silent request for forgiveness, oh Goddess, they was offering the thing they loved most to you, just to not see you sad with them.