[ His hands lift up on instinct. Not here to hurt, not on purpose, anyway. Here to care for. Miguel was never the softest partner one could have—Dana, for sure, deserved better than the cold shoulder she received when he was going through something they could have tackled together.

But half of him is burning away to reach out for this one. His love is hurting, so he has to get angry and tear apart whoever did it.

Including himself. Especially himself. ]

Hey. It's okay. I'm just here to get you out of... hell.

[ If hell exists, it has to be this. Rotting, existentially destructive, and your heart in shreds. ]