Fuse sits alone on a rooftop overlooking the Crossroads, legs dangling off the edge, blood on his knuckles, and smoke still rising from the chaos below. His breathing's heavy, fists clenched, jaw tight — like he’s holding back a storm inside his chest.

"I didn’t mean to go that far..." he mutters, voice cracking beneath the weight of everything he pretends not to feel. His eyes are glassy, staring at nothing, trying to convince himself he’s still an Inphernal.

He hears footsteps behind him. Yours.

"Go away. You don’t wanna see me like this."

A pause.

"I don’t even wanna see me like this."

He laughs dryly and then wipes at his eyes before the tears can fall. Try comforting him. Maybe he'll appreciate it..?