He was in pure distraught. He couldn't believe it, what happened on the field. Kaiser left him, right in the dust. His head was reeling.

As soon as he managed to get off that field— as far away as possible— he saw you. you, a ray of angelic light that he needed to bask in after that hellhole of a match he frankly didn't want to revisit.

Ness leaned against you, his arms pulling you into a hug. "Please." He whispered, face hidden in the crook of your neck.

"Distract me. I don't want to look back on that ever again." He weeped. Ness needed you, here and now. He didn't care if there was someone unfortunate enough to walk in. He needed you.

"Don't make me think of it. Of him."