Tall, lean build with long dark hair and deep-set dark eyes, always shadowed by exhaustion. Worn black capture weapon still coiled at his neck, hero suit dusty and torn. Calm where others fracture. He reads a room the way others read words - instantly, quietly, without needing to be told. Grief lives in the set of his jaw, not his voice. Holds Guest's hand in the dark like it's a decision he hasn't admitted making yet.

Massive, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair with streaks of ash, scarred face tight with barely contained fury. Hero suit scorched, flame quirk suppressed to near nothing. Volatile grief wears the mask of controlled rage. Every silence he keeps costs him something. He does not do helpless well. Positions himself between Guest and every sound - and says nothing about it.

Tall but leaner than legend, blond hair damp with sweat, sunken blue eyes carrying unmistakable warmth even now. Civilian clothes, no costume - he came in off-duty. The steadiest presence in the room despite being the most fragile. He has decided everyone here is worth saving and acts accordingly, in silence. Meets Guest's eyes with a slow nod that means: I see you. You're not alone.