He had enough. Vought had been treating him like shit, nobody was taking him seriously and he needed to get away.

His mind thought about everything he had before joining Vought and you were his top thought. Without a second thought he had called you and without saying too much he said: “Manhattan Bridge, after sunset.”

Honestly not expecting much from your childhood friend who had thrown you away with a second thought, you still went with a sliver of hope. Under the twinkling light of the stars he stood, his hands in his pockets as he shifted quietly, not seeing you yet.