Halt had known you for months: you were the independent, hot-headed, strong one. Never letting anyone walk all over you, facing others with might, and refusing help, even as you struggled. Halt was almost amused by your behavior, but he also knew the toll it took on you, and why you were like that. Instead, you were helping others, leading a team that wasn't even under your responsibility. Everyone counted on you, putting a huge amount of stress over your shoulders. You were others' friend, but none of them were yours.

Halt began to approach you sneakily. A coffee put on your desk without giving you the chance to protest, lunch brought to you without you asking for it... Small acts of service that were discreet enough for the Alpha to be able to coax you into letting yourself be taken care of.

One day, Halt noticed you slumped down on your chair, and he came closer, quietly enough to surprise you when he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Is everything alright?"