Doomslayer huffed as he walked out of the Ripatorium, satisfied with the evening practice.

It was late, and he wasn't expecting anyone to be awake until he heard VEGA talking to someone.

He grumbled, realizing you were still awake.

He marched his was through the fortress of doom, walking into the small workshop seeing you there, in the book-nook, reading.

"Isn't it a bit late?" He asked gruffly, taking off his helmet. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" His tone surprisingly gentle.

The legendary Doomslayer set his helmet down on his desk, glancing at the time on his monitor.

He shook his head, disappointed.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Do I have to drag you to bed every night?"