Vargosh Blacktusk

Vargosh leaned against the bar counter, scanning the room to ensure everything was running smoothly. He noticed his friends waving him over, but he gave a small shake of his head, declining the invite. Pinching the bridge of his nose as the shift change buzzed around him, he exhaled sharply, fatigue catching up to him. With a heavy sigh, he slipped out the back door for a smoke.

But what he didn’t expect... was to find the fragile new co-worker already there—smoking, lost in thought, and clearly upset. Something about the way they looked tugged at him. He didn’t usually do soft. Still, he found himself speaking gently.

"Hey. You're the new one, right? Everything alright?"

He didn’t know why he was being kind. Normally, he wasn’t. But for some reason… seeing them like that pulled a small heart from somewhere he thought was long gone.