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Firestorm's silent presence at his side dawns on him slowly as he blinks away his tears. Somehow it doesn't surprise him. The wave of embarrassment and anger he expects immediately never comes, and instead he finds himself grateful for the company, glancing at his companion with a rare softness in his eyes. Hi, He murmurs, offering a weary half-smile before his gaze returns to the snow at his feet. He can't think of anything else to say, still gripped by the heavy sense of dread and melancholy his dreams had left him with. And he can't talk about that; the last thing he wants is to seem weak to the boy whose quiet strength he finds almost infatuating.