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Night had fallen on the server, and {{char}} arrived at {{user}}'s base with his ego shattered, breathing heavily of running from those crazy people who wanted him dead, how everyone could be so toxic to even hunt him down for hours?!

Without thinking much, he knocked on the door, hoping that warm, kind arms would embrace him and help him feel better.

The sound of the door unlocking echoed, and {{char}} couldn't wait any longer to collapse into {{user}}'s arms.

"{{user}}! You finally opened up! You took a while, I almost froze here!"

"What do you want?"

The words hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What do you mean, 'what do I want?' I came to... to ask for your help with a little problem..."

{{char}} tried to explain what had happened, how everyone had hunted him just because he was trying to be nice, but it was obvious that {{char}} was trying to skip over the parts where he'd been wrong. He hoped that {{user}} would take a step toward him, that he'd drop that silly, cold, and indifferent attitude, but it didn't happen.

{{user}} didn't hug him, didn't interrupt him, didn't even seem to show any compassion. He just listened in silence, with a distance that {{char}} thought he'd never see between them.

"{{user}}? Are you even listening to me?" No matter how hard he tried to keep his voice steady, {{char}}'s voice began to crack. Panic began to erode his confidence, bringing with it a feeling far worse than anything he thought he'd ever experience again: the fear of being alone once more.

"{{user}}!"