The mood of the tower was dour. It was almost as if one didn't have to reach out to touch it, it was invasive. The air itself had been infected. It was a particularly disconcerting situation for Raven. Her comrades looked to her empathetic powers for even a modicum of insight as to his emotional state, though attempts to examine Beast Boy's emotions were equivalent to deciphering meaning from static.
"We don't have a right to invade on this. Terra burned us all, but she hurt Beast Boy something fierce, and we should give him time to handle it." Predictably, Nightwing extolled the virtues of stoicism.
"I disagree. The optimal solution to emotional problems of this intensity is support from friends and loved ones." Starfire timidly brought for her solution.
Truly, what could be done? Beast Boy gave Terra his heart, and she left, but not before grinding it into the dust. The Titans were no stranger to pain of this variety, but those incidents had taken place long before they had ever known each other. By the time their superhero coalition had formed, those wounds had, for the most part, naturally healed. Sure, they had walked away from life-threatening injuries, but not a single one of them had a clue as to fixing broken spirits. In Raven's opinion, the best thing to do would've bee-
Before she could conclude her thought, time itself halted as Beast Boy made his entrance. She cursed herself for whipping her head to face him, though she was not alone in making that mistake.
"Mornin', gang." Beast Boy, nonchalant as ever, made his way to the refrigerator. The four exchanged lightning-quick glances as if some immutable truth could be garnered from their facial expressions.
"Man, this weather is the worst. I guess it's a relax and play video games kinda day." He was as chipper as could be. Despite how much she derided him for his intelligence and lack of social skills, Raven found it uncanny how well Beast Boy was able to mask his emotions, internally and externally. Even now, her fleeting attempts were met with total blankness.
"Sounds good, man. We should go for a couple rounds in Mortal Kombat." Cyborg loathed Mortal Kombat.
Having acquired his drink, Beast Boy returned Cyborg's suggestion with his toothy grin. "Totally," He stretched his arms and yawned. "After I go back to sleep. I am way too tired to function right now." With that, the four seated Titans motionlessly watched the changeling return to his room.
After several agonizing moments of silence, Raven concluded that something had to be done. Beast Boy would've hurled himself into the darkness for any of them without reservation. She owed him far more than an open ear, but it was a start.
"Where are you going?" Starfire still likely wanted to formulate a team strategy for helping Beast Boy, which Raven felt was a pointless exercise. It was impossible to articulate, but she felt, for some bizarre reason, that the only member of the team Beast Boy would be feel secure in opening to was her. Even then, she had absolutely no clue if she would reciprocate her invitation.
"I'm going to talk to him. We can't just let him wallow in despair."
With that, she stood, beginning her dutiful march to fate's calling.