Sorrow is pronounced sore-oh. They live for the dramatics and live by the bit
This is mostly an excuse to flesh out how they interacted with Ashfall (and trying to understand what Ashfall was/is like)
Spotless mirror and a drippy sink with a broken drain. A bucket underneath that wetley clacks between Sorrow's shoe and the wall when they lean a little closer. Locked in eye contact with their own reflection. Once-white grout lines and a stall covered in yellow warning tape that smells a little weird when walking past it.
Sorrow taps the mirror. Using their nail to scrape at a tiny imperfection on the mirror surface. Smiling when they hear Ashfall elbow the stall wall and curse. Hands in the air and only partially in the way of their spandex suit.
"Why don't you ask the Marshal for a new suit?" They quip, now focused on a new freckle right below their dimple. "I mean, you look alright in it but also it seems easier for looser clothes—"
"I need to be able to fight without being grabbed, Sidestep." He cusses again, Sorrow harrumphs. Both of them are pretty sure Charge wasn't supposed to give Sidestep such a piece of official-superhero-wear, but it's no different from letting the local vigilante and unofficial hero sit in for confidential Ranger business either. "You don't have to stay here," Ashfall tries, "you can leave."
They hum. Letting the hint he dropped splat on the floor. Throwing their backpack on the counter and pulling themselves up to sit on the ledge and kicking their official Sidestep shoes off. "Who would bother you, then? Who am I supposed to bother? Steel? He's already swung at me."
Semi-true. Steel had actually swung the door shut on them when Sorrow had tried to follow him into the conference room for the first time. They were only semi-paying attention to their surroundings and more caught up in how the tiles looked artificial and chewing a piece of the inside of their cheek. Sorrow claimed he broke their nose. Steel claimed bullshit and someone should actually break their nose. Well, Steel actually said they should feel what an actual broken nose feels like from pissing everyone off, Sorrow claimed he meant it differently.
"Besides," they press on, taking their mask off and putting a pair of jeans and shotty sneakers on, "who would take you to dinner?"
"Excuse you?"
"Excuse accepted—Charge invited us to dinner as a congratulatory—"they pause for emphasis—"getting the villain cuffed and in the police car."
Ashfall sighs. "Even though she still escaped?"
Sorrow tosses his contacts in the sink. Unbothered and unmoored as they put away their container and exchange it for their dinky glasses. Giving a faux smile and shaking their blonde hair out. "Even though she still escaped." Blinking hard, they make their way over to the stall Ashfall is in. Clasping his arms hard the moment the door opens. Grinning at his obvious surprise and discomfort.
"Sidestep—"
"Sorrow is fine."
"Sorrow—"
"I'll show you to the restaurant. I told Julia if she takes us to Hoots again I'd tell her boy-toy about why his stupid family heirloom actually broke."
Sorrow claps Ashfall's shoulders more hard than needed. Making their way towards the door and in a janky motion to take the screwdriver out of the lock. Something the owners might bill them for, if ever caught.
