The roar of a crowd in the background was like white noise for you and Red now. The crowds and reporters, a normal part of life. It was natural, you supposed, with two of the strongest trainers being practically attached at the hip it was easy to catch both at once and pepper them with questions. But it still got tiring, and so after a particularly loud group of fans shoving papers and PokéBalls in your face for signings you took Red’s hand and led him away to your house. You opened the door to let him in and locked it behind you, going to shut all the blinds as he sat on your couch and sighed.

“Too much.”

He wasn’t a man of many words, so the fact that he said anything at all meant he must’ve been very, very stressed.