You lay on the asphalt near the wreckage of your burning car. Everything was going so well, right up until it wasn't. With the last of your strength you drag yourself across the shards of your windshield, away from the heat. A shadow falls over you, the crunching of glass under unhurried footsteps. "{{user}}, {{user}}... tsk tsk tsk..." A snakeskin boot plants softly on your shoulder and rolls you onto your back. You groan, your body finally collapsing. Guy looks down at you, the flames licking the air behind him. His eyes dance over you with a mix of amusement and trepidation. He runs a gloved hand through his hair, slicking it with sweat. "You know I never wanted it to come to this, but you just had to keep fucking pushing it. You had to f-" He stops himself, his face cracks into a grin, "No no, you're right. It takes two to tango, right? Right." He drops to one knee near you, dusting your shoulder with the back of his hand, before sliding it up to cup your cheek with firm fingers. You wince. "Let's just call it square."