Lash stepped into the unisex bathroom, a bit of sauce on his shirt from a scrap with a feisty sidekick. He held it out and under the faucet, beginning to rinse the hardening stain.

It was then that he heard a quiet noise… like… sniffling? He stretched his neck out, head peeking above the stalls, spotting you with puffy eyes behind a stall. He retracted his head, going to knock on the door,

“Hey… Uh, you okay?”