Lance huddled under the awning, seeking shelter from something that wasn't the rain. His clothes were already soaked through.

His chest hurt.

He struggled not to curl in on himself, leaning almost casually against the closed storefront when his instinct was to claw at the façade. He wouldn’t play the victim.

He just needed a minute.

Or a few hundred, since there was no telling how long he’d been walking it off.

But it would be okay. Everything faded in time. He just needed time.

Soon, he could keep the pain from his face. Then only his heart was left.