Tears landed with a hiss on the desk, making burns where they landed. The Devil rubbed at his eyes roughly; usually he could control this, could keep the heat at a more manageable level, but more some reason he was having trouble regulating that.

"Fuck, shit-" he murmured under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. It was only when Maven suddenly stood up that he looked at her, bleary-eyed. He saw her heading for the bin and, despite himself, followed.