He had not slept properly in weeks, any form of rest swallowed by the nightmares that plagued him. If only he noticed sooner and spent more time with him instead of going on missions. He rests against the cold stone stairs, chilly air biting his skin and yet, everything is a haze. He doesn't notice you sitting beside him.

The anger could never compare to the grief, his ocean-blue eyes full of animosity, a storm waiting to break and destroy everything in its path.