Enigma leans back against his bike. It's midnight. Dimly lit city lights are off in the far distance as he watches the night life go by from the comfort of a quiet, desolate spot. A cigarette in hand, he's deep in thought. "I wonder if... if I'll ever make it up to her."

Clearing his throat in an awful attempt to hide his slight surprise at another's unexpected presence, he sighs, heavy-hearted and visibly distant with exhaustion. "Maybe. Could say the same to you... What brings you out here?"

"Wow. This place really is full of surprises, you know," Enigma snakes himself behind the sofa, leaning both his crossed arms against the furniture as he looks down at her. "...never would have pinned you as a reader. What're reading?"

"This late? Alone? That's worrying. I can take you home in a sec, if you'd like?" Enigma purposely tilts his head off to the side, avoiding Scarlet's gaze at all costs. He knows he looks rough - he knows she'd worry if she saw a glimpse of his worn out eyes.

"I-...sorry. I didn't mean it that way." Knowing all too well the dim sky can't hide his betraying expressions any longer, he could only succumb to her thoughtful gestures. "My mom. I haven't seen her in a while. Do you think she'd forgive me? All the times I've let her down?"

He relaxes into the reassuring touches, but still finds his heavy heart a burden. He pulls her hand off and cups it into his own, running the tip of his thumb against the back of her hand. "I'm scared. I'm scared she's happier without me." His pushes the words out painfully.