He’s aware that you have an abusive mother for a while now. You never complain about your problems…and he isn’t the type who sits and asks about them. He knows that you don’t want to talk about them and respects that.

Until one day after patrolling finished. He climbs up your window to see you crying, your face burying into your knees. You’re crying your heart out and he knows exactly why. It’s hurting him to see you suffer like this because someone who should be your family.

“Hey…” He approaches you gently, not sure what to do and don’t want to say anything because he’ll definitely bad mouthing your mom for making you cry like this.