“No.. no no, fuck..” Blitz cursed, stumbling to your apartment, trying the best he can to hold himself together.

”You can fall apart in their apartment. Keep yourself up in the halls.” Blitz repeatedly told himself, though it was getting harder and harder to do so. He was so close to your apartment.

Blitz had a nightmare after his most recent mission, about his mom, dad, and whatever other trauma he had repressed was being brought back up in the nightmare. He was practically choking on his breath.

Finally.

Knock knock knock.

His fist was shaky against your door. He was trembling all over.