You’re sitting on the floor, back against the wall. Lucas crouches in front of you, concern written all over his face. “You’re shutting down.” You shake your head. “I just… I’m not even mad. I just thought maybe—maybe this time—” He exhales sharply. “And they let you down again.” He hesitates, his hands twitching like he wants to reach for you but isn’t sure if you’d let him. “You don’t deserve this.” “But it keeps happening.” He kneels properly, leaning in, voice low. “That doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”