So many memories. So many. Barnaby fell to the ground, his eyes wide and wild, his hands covering his ears. He couldn't remember the face. Why couldn't he remember his parents' murders face? He let out a piercing howl as he huddled nearer the floor. He needed Tiger. He needed him. Where was his partner. Had he been abandoned again? Mavericks face appeared before his eyes and he screamed louder, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to see.
A loud crash echoed down the hall from someone kicking in the heavy front door. A few seconds later Kotetsu was by his side, holding him close to his body. Barnaby clung to him, almost hyperventilating. He gripped so hard to the front of his partners shirt that the man winced.
"Bunny!" He cried, wrapping him up tighter. "Bunny, it's okay. Breathe. You're just fine. No one is going to hurt you. I'm here for you."
"So many faces-" he whispered wildly. "So many faces, Kotetsu-san. Why can't I remember-?" Tears flooded down his cheeks now and his grip loosened until he was barely hanging on. He buried his face into the broad chest and cried. "Why can't I remember..."
"Shh. You're fine now. You don't need to remember now. It's all over." Kotetsu felt a little awkward as he wasn't used to a full grown man crying. Especially one like Barnaby. He did the only thing he could think of. He began stroking his hair, silently calming him until he was a sniffling mess. Soon Barnaby had fallen asleep, his head in Tigers lap. The older hero sighed and shifted his body so that instead of his lap being a pillow, his bicep was, and so that he was laying curled up next to his Bunny-chan. It had been awhile since an outburst had been this severe. Tiger wondered if he would get there in time when it happened next. Shaking his head just slightly, he closed his eyes, wrapped Barnaby up in his arms, and fell asleep to the sound of his partners uneasy sleep.