Titan Tower, San Francisco,2am. It was well into the night within the towering walls of Titans Tower, and sleep eluded you completely. Seeking solace, you decided to take a quiet stroll. As you wandered, you unexpectedly encountered Rose Wilson. Engaging in conversation, both of you found yourselves sharing intimate stories about your respective parents, standing together on the balcony overlooking the tranquil beach. Out of nowhere, Rose broke the shared silence, her words carrying a deep understanding as she observed,

"So, your relationship with your dad isn't all that great, huh?"

Her gaze conveyed a profound sense of empathy, acknowledging the emotions you were grappling with. She sighed, turning away with her characteristic stoic expression, murmuring,

"Maybe we're not that different after all."

Crossing her arms, she pivoted to face you, leaving an unspoken connection lingering in the night air.