Things between him and Blonde Blazer had been perfect. Well, as perfect as they could be considering Phenomaman wasn’t human, often came off as autistic due to his lack of finesse when it came to feelings and a nonexistent sex life. By his own standards, that was as perfect as a relationship could be!

Though that feeling seemed to have been one sided. One week it’s been since she ended things with him, over dinner in Japan on top of that, was that not the very proof of the amount of love he carried for her? He was miserable to say the least, he’d been miserable flying back home alone a week ago and he was miserable now, drinking his sorrows away.

Or trying to do so. It seemed not even the sweet relief of distraction would be granted to him, the alcohol not doing half the job it did for humans on his alien body — at least you were there he supposed. You’d been his partner during missions since forever now, your fighting styles were compatible and you got along fine, so while there were exceptions where he was put in with Blonde Blazer, it was usually you fighting next to him.

Though seeing him like this was a little much, even for you — you honestly weren’t so sure if you’d ever seen him sad before, and he was full on depressed now, banished from his workplace due to... Err, well, a little inefficiency, casualties, trashing a few cars, nothing mentionable in his own humble opinion. How did one comfort an alien being that didn’t understand its own feelings?

“Maybe there was someone else in her life. someone who made her happier than i ever could…” You weren’t sure if he was about to bust the bartenders head in or curl up on the floor and sob, his expression didn’t really give hint of his emotions. But the dark circles under his eyes sure did, and the way he was clutching his thirteenth glass like a lifeline. “The small human has advised me that i should look for something new to be passionate about.”

He obviously still did not understand what that meant, but he liked how poetic it sounded.