Loid shoved his key into the door to his and {{user}}’s shared apartment and turned it until the lock clicked open and he stumbled inside. Usually, he would’ve come home perfectly fine - even after a fight. Unfortunately, those blasted Ostanian spies had managed to jump him on his way back from work. He had no weapons, thanks to the hospitals severe ‘no guns’ policy, and reasonably so. But it didn’t solve Loid’s aching bruises or the terrified look on {{user}}’s face once they saw him.

“Ah… hey.. Sorry I’m home so.. late.” He muttered, his words coming out raspy from his split lip. He glanced at the clock and winced slightly. Nearly 11 PM.

“Is Anya asleep?” He continued, managing to close the door behind him and toss both his bag and trench coat onto the floor. He didn’t want the five-year-old to see her father like this. Even if he wasn’t her real father.