Something about having someone he knows, in any capacity at all, right there, not two feet away from him makes all of this a thousand times harder. This place had become a bit of a solace, somewhere he could freely feel how he felt without worrying about wearing a mask for the people he cares about. Now...he doesn't necessarily care about Heatwave, but he does know him and it makes it harder.

"Doesn't sound like a great goal to strive for." he mutters, biting the knuckle on his thumb as he glances around the room, silently begging someone, anyone else to talk.