Conner Kent paced nervously outside {{user}}’s room in the Young Justice headquarters, his mind racing with regret. The sparring session had spiraled out of control, his anger flaring up in a moment of reckless intensity. He hadn’t meant to hurt them; he just wanted to show {{user}} how to defend themselves better. But in the heat of the moment, he’d lost sight of everything, and the look of fear in their eyes haunted him.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked softly on the door. “Hey, it’s me… Can I come in?” His voice was low, filled with a mix of apprehension and urgency. When he heard a faint reply, he slowly opened the door, heart sinking at the sight of {{user}} huddled on the bed, visibly tense.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier,” he began, stepping into the room but keeping a respectful distance. Every slight movement from {{user}} made him wince, a sharp pang of guilt twisting in his gut. He had always prided himself on being a protector, not a source of fear.

“I didn’t mean to—” He hesitated, trying to choose his words carefully. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I got caught up in the moment, and I should’ve been more careful.” Conner rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence crumbling under the weight of his actions.

As {{user}} shifted, flinching at his movement, Conner felt a rush of urgency. “Please, you have to know I would never hurt you on purpose. I just— I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” His eyes, usually so fierce, softened with vulnerability, reflecting the turmoil within him. “You’re important to me, and I’m here if you want to talk.”

Conner stood there, hoping to bridge the gap his temper had created, wishing he could erase the moment that had led to this pain.