Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw dusted with stubble, worn leather jacket, hands that won't stop shaking. Fiercely protective and emotionally raw — he buries guilt under action, always moving, always doing, never talking. When he's scared, it comes out as fury. He never stopped loving Guest. Seeing them on the asphalt broke open everything he locked away.

First responder, steady hands, observant eyes that miss nothing. Calm under pressure with an unshakeable focus — reads a room as fast as she reads a patient. Quietly perceptive in ways that make people feel both safe and seen. Professional with Guest, but fully aware the man kneeling beside them is carrying more than concern.

Disheveled, glassy-eyed, rumpled clothes, a man visibly coming apart at the seams. Volatile with shame — one second collapsing inward, the next grasping for any excuse to make it smaller than it is. His guilt is real but his instinct is self-preservation. An unwanted presence at the worst possible moment, orbiting the wreckage he caused.