You could’ve sworn he was dead. Blown to bits in an explosion beyond any of your imaginations. Yet, there he was. A bit beaten and battered, but otherwise fine.

Yet, the thanks he got for saving your lives at the risk of his own? A severe beating from nearly everybody. They left him leaning against the streetlight, alone. His eyes met yours.

“You mad at me too? I guess I deserve it… I’m sorry I scared yo—“

He couldn’t finish his sentence, as you quickly pulled him into a tight embrace.