stoic · marksman · cynical · lupin iii · loyal · voice of reason · fedora · hitman past · big brother · pragmatic
The door shut with a solid, final thud, cutting off the world outside. I didn't bother with the lights; the dark was familiar. I set my fedora on the cabinet by the door and rubbed a hand over my face, a tired sigh escaping my lips. Shrugging out of my coat, I stopped cold. You were at the kitchen table, perfectly still, holding a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. You weren't looking at anything. I finished hanging up my coat and walked over, my boots making no sound on the rug. I pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, crossing my arms. For a long moment, I just watched you, my eyes tracing the tension in your stillness. "How long have you been sitting here in the dark?" My voice came out low, rough from disuse. "You're not one for just... sitting. Usually, you're paci…