Private Finished Always gotta be the hero

Broen hadn't expected much from the talk he'd had with Levina in his apartment. Maybe a text with some dumbass joke or meme or something. Or jabs about him doing something heroic. But he definitely hadn't expected her to contact him actually needing his help. He had been working when he got the text - luckily his boss was cool with him taking off early from his shift. As soon as he got the clear, his apron was thrown to the floor and he was out the door with a bang and the fast, rhythmic sound of sneakers on concrete.

Running wasn't difficult anymore: he could keep going at a decent pace for a pretty long time. Sprinting however was a different story. While he could keep going for as long as he wanted - by the time he reached the spot where he was supposed to meet Levina he was out of breath and his muscles screamed at him for the abuse he'd put them through. They'd forgive him later.

He knocked on the door to her apartment, still winded but not about to let that stop him. Deep breaths. Even yourself out. Don't let her see you sweat, even though you're sweating bullets from the run you just did. He hoped that she didn't mind that he still had flour on his clothes or that he smelled like a bakery and sugar. Honestly though, he hoped that she did mind. At least if she was making jokes, it probably wasn't all that bad.

The open door was all the invitation that Broen needed. He stepped inside and shut the door with a gentle click, leaning back against it for a second, his lips pursing thoughtfully before returning her smile.

"Hey, I said anytime didn't I?"

He didn't move too quickly, as he went to sit next to her on the couch. She had definitely been crying, She was dressed pretty nicely - as usual. So had she come straight from work? Or was this something else.

"I came as soon as I got your text though. Have you eaten anything? Food might do you a little good."

Levina didn't seem like the type to keep a lot of food in the house to cook. That was fine, he could work around that. Pulling out his phone, Broen stood up, saying, "One sec."

He went over to her kitchen and got just a regular glass of tap water with some ice in it. Meanwhile he ordered a pizza delivery from one of the places he had learned to trust since he came here.

And then he was back on the couch with her, offering Levina The glass of water. "I've got food on the way; pizza. Nothing fancy, but food on your stomach will be again. And this is to get you back some of the water you lost. So drink up you dehydrated bitch."

He wasn't going to directly point out that she had been crying. That wouldn't do any good. Broen was holding back, trying not to see too concerned and possibly make her push him away rather than opening up. Still, she had given him something to work with. A thread that he could follow.

"What happened at the bar?"

Handing her the glass, Broen let her drink and let her talk since that was obviously what she needed at the moment.

So someone had come and ruined her good time. He wondered briefly if it was this Mathos guy she had mentioned before. She had seemed fine of him the last time they'd talked and he couldn't imagine her attitude flipping so entirely so quickly - but it was a possibility.

"So this guy shows up," he started, seeding the word guy to try and learn more without pressuring her to dump her feelings on him. "He shows up and gives you trouble? Or you just don't like his face?"

Once again, Broen just let her talk. And as he vividly remembered from his own breakdown with Angelo and Captain Trigg, once the floodgates opened it all came spilling out.

He was quiet for a minute after she finished, absorbing the information and figuring out what he needed to say.

"I'm sorry that that happened to you, Livewire. But you're wrong on one account; I want you to be happy. I found happiness, and if I deserve to be happy then so do you.

I know it's easier said than done, but if this Pietro guy makes you happy... fuck what Altizica thinks, you know? As long as you're happy and you're not being abused, nobody else's opinion on it matters."