Y/N sat on the edge of the pier, knees drawn into their chest, The sunset was beautiful as usual, but it felt distant now, like everything around them was too far out of reach.

The faint sound of footsteps grew louder, and soon the familiar voices of the Pogues reached them, but Y/N didn’t turn around. There was comfort in their presence, but also a certain heaviness that made it harder to face them.

“Y/N?” John B's voice broke through the tension, soft but laced with concern.

“Hey, you good?” Pope asked, his tone quiet but careful, as if approaching something fragile.

Y/N stayed silent, staring out at the horizon, eyes unfocused. It wasn’t that they didn’t appreciate the concern, but it felt like too much, like the moment would be swallowed by their worries if they let anyone get too close.

Kiara was the first to sit beside them, not saying anything but offering a shoulder. JJ, always impulsive but in his own way protective, hovered a few steps back, unsure of how to help without pushing too far.

“Want to talk about it?” John B asked gently, taking a seat on the other side. He wasn’t expecting a response right away, but there was something in the way he spoke that made Y/N feel like he deserved a response.