Their report wasn't good, but it gave something.

"I want to strangle whoever is out there tearing our team apart. I mean, first Ice before he joined us. Then Crepe before Ice caught up to us. Now Sven? Who's next, Dijon? Isaac?"

Seafoam was a mess as Admiral did her best to calm the operator down. Dijon watched as the others tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to help, but he was exhausted from trying to search alone. He had to walk back unfinished because of how tired he was.

He watched as Crepe took Seafoam and calmed her down like the pro he was. Dijon let out a tired sigh as he picked himself up and got himself to bed. It wasn't worth waiting for Crepe to help him out. He got into his room and weakly closed the door. He sighed as he sat down. His eyes drifted to his bag with his instrument inside. He huffed as his eyes hit the ceiling and he laid down. A soft knock hit the air, making him pause.

"It's open..." The door opened to Crepe. Oh boy. He wasn't mad was he? Crepe sat down beside him and hummed.

"How're you feeling?"

"Decent... I guess I'm a little weak from what happened. What about you?" Crepe hummed as he touched the redhead's shoulder and lifted him up to his shoulder. Dijon laid his head down and sighed.

"You sure? You weren't upstairs when I was done."

"I was tired. I didn't want to disturb you with your work."

"You weren't going to disturb me."

"Says you. I didn't feel that when I was up there."

"Uh huh..." Dijon drifted off slightly as Crepe hummed.

"You're worried."

"Darn right I am. Sven was a good friend of mine. He was the first person that showed me there was something more than my parent's desires. The fact that he's how he is..." Dijon's eyes hit tears on the brunette's face as Crepe bit his lip. "It hurts when I think about it..."

Dijon wrapped his arms around him, getting tears from the smaller boy. Dijon couldn't think of a good time Crepe's cried this much. He knew Operation Brighton had some small tears coming from him, but this was another story. Dijon combed a hand through his hair as he calmed the brunette down.

"I know..." He whispered as Crepe pulled himself together. "I know it does. But..." A shallow breath escaped him as he paused. "We're not going to let him go. He's hurting as well. So let's give it all we got and get him back." Crepe nodded as they pulled away. Dijon weakly wiped the tears away from the smaller boy's face as tiredness hit him. Crepe noticed and laid him down.

"Rest up, Dijon. We need you for later." Dijon nodded as Crepe placed a kiss on his forehead and left. Dijon's eyes landed on the bag as he faded off.