“hey! nice work out there today,” comes the soft sing song of the agents voice as she steps into the locker room behind him, helmet held lightly in her hands as she looks into her own reflection before eyes come up to meet him with a smile on her face. it is sweet for in truth her statement was completely genuine. she isn’t sure how often he hears it, or if he hears much more than vague insults... but she means it, she liked him regardless of whether he believed her or not. they were all family to her, they were all she had, of course she cared, “are you doing okay?”
@reoccuringtrauma // starter call (ac).









