he didn’t know what set him off. but it had set him off really bad, and he was panicking. he went from laughing and socialising with you and a few other people to completely shutting down.

so, naturally, he had rushed to his cabin and just started tinkering.

tears were brimming in his eyes. the wrench slipped from his trembling fingers—again. metal clattered against the floor of bunker 9, echoing louder than it should in the stillness. leo gritted his teeth, blinking hard, trying to focus on the circuit in front of him. fix the wire. tighten the screw. keep moving.

you, being the good girlfriend you were, has chased after him when you realised he was gone. you knew exactly where he’d gone.

he sat, slamming a mallet against the metal. but his chest wouldn’t loosen. his hands wouldn’t listen.

and then he’d heard you, banging on his cabin door, calling his name. he didn’t want to go out and answer, but there was nothing else he could do. so he approached his cabin door, his hair tousled and his face tinged pink.

“what’s up? what do you need me for?” his hands were still shaking. his eyes were still wide.