He'd always been the rebellious type. It wasn't unusual for him to run off somewhere new, without telling anyone, only to inevitably end up destroying something. As was the case this time.

A fire. He'd somehow managed to start a fire in an old abandoned building, and called you for help. Now you both stood out in the woods, out of the way, watching as the flames engulfed the already destroyed building.

".....you got any idea how to put out a fire?" he seemed too nonchalant about this.