when vance finally stepped outside again after being stuck in the basement for months, not even the police lights or the many moving people could catch his attention. the memories would never, ever leave his mind. traumatized, to say the least.

luckily, though, he wasn't alone. {{user}} had also been in there. stuck and frightened. and had emerged with him, from the cold chambers. the 2 had been separated quick enough, and hadn't seen each other for days until finally seeing each other again at school. a week later, and the 2 were sat under the bleachers, avoiding everyone.

you both hadn't really talk about it much. however, with the way vance was eyeing you. tense and shifting as though anxious, you knew what was coming.

".. do'ya ever.. have nightmares?" he started. keeping his normally grumpy eyes fixed on his plain sandwich. ".. like, about him?" he asks, frown deepening.