Burned - Robin, John Stoker

There’s a reason Robin doesn’t use his magic as a weapon.
That reason is currently sitting in medical getting treated for a second-degree burn.
Robin knew better, but he’d panicked. And lashed out with his fire in a desperate attempt to stop the vamp that was pinning John against a wall and trying to get to his throat.
The vamp, with his inhuman speed, had dodged the attack soon enough. John hadn’t.
The back of his right hand is a blistered mess, although thankfully his jacket protected the rest of his arm. John insisted he’s been hurt worse, that a burn will heal and that a vamp’s teeth in his throat would have been a far worse outcome to the situation, but Robin didn’t hear much of any of that through the haze of panicked horror.
He hurt John with his magic.
The one thing he’d hoped he’d never do.
He knows how John felt about the fae. About the fact that their magic had, even if indirectly, caused his brother’s death. And about how dangerous they could be to anyone else.
And now Robin has just proved him right.
He wants to go home, to go hide and curl up on his bed and cry. He wants to hand Maira his resignation. But he has a feeling none of that will go over particularly well with any of them. And he can’t go without talking to John.
He sits in the hard, uncomfortable plastic chair in the tiny waiting room, tapping his toe against the tile floor and trying and failing to fold a piece of paper.
Finally, the door swings open with a soft plasticy creak, and he hears familiar footsteps heading in his direction.
He can’t bring himself to look up at John’s face.
“You were right to be scared of me,” Robin whispers. “I am dangerous. My magic is.”
John sighs and crouches down, laying his uninjured hand on Robin’s knee.
“I told you this before, but I don’t think it took. So I’m gonna say it again. You more than likely saved my life doing that. It was better than someone else taking a shot at him and missing. This’ll heal. If someone had missed him with a bullet, I might have left in a body bag instead of an ambulance.”
Robin swallows.
“You did what you had to do and I don’t blame you.” John sighs. “I know you worry about what I think of your magic and I’m sorry I ever put that idea in your head.”
“But I hurt you.”
“Yeah, well, maybe it’s just what I deserve,” John says, and Robin looks up to see a crooked smile on the man’s face. “I’ve hurt you too. And you never held that against me. I’m not gonna hold this against you either, so don’t keep on beating yourself up for it. Okay?”
Robin nods slowly. John is right. They’ve both done damage. But the important part is always where they go from there.