It'd been almost 6 months since he'd seen you, when Price had told him you'd resigned your contract, another year working for Task Force 141, he wasn't sure how to prepare. The thought of seeing you again when everything had crumbled apart in his hands was terrifying. How could he explain the hurt? The fear of losing you after he lost Johnny? The wish for you to stay away from him and the void that he felt he was?

When the door behind him opened, his fists balled up with anxiety. He could only sit still, barely breathing. He couldn't even look as Price greeted you.