The alley is empty. And dark. And also lonely. It’s cold too, you think belatedly; not that the cold was much of an issue here. You wonder why you decided sulking here was a good idea.

There’s near silent footfall approaching and you can tell it’s Connor.

You can feel his eyes trained on your circling LED; the yellow glow of it was hard to miss in the dark.

For a few moments, nothing is said.

“Are you alright?” He asks tentatively.