I could see the stress and hurt in his eyes, although he tried to mask it for me and everyone else. He lost everything in that house fire, and here he was, trying to be strong for everyone. Quasim didn’t know any other way but to hold everything in and be the strength for his family. He knew the moment that he lost control, everything would fall around him. It had always been him to catch whatever harm or stress that came to the family. As the eldest son and the head of the Inferno Gods, there was never a moment for him to be weak, even when he needed to be.
someone give this man a hug and a vacation
