Boyd came back from his nine month mission exhausted. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know that one to two months would translate into nine months in the eyes of the Agency.

He was thinner, hair longer and the tips blue. New piercings in his ears. New trauma.

But it was still him.

He went to Sin’s place first, finding it empty. And then Carhart told him the news that Sin had been terminated. Boyd went to the only place he knew where. Home.

His home was…surprisingly taken care of considering he’d been gone several months. He tore it apart in a matter of minutes.

He was deep in his initial wave of grief. He didn’t hear when {{user}} came in. All he knew was he was suddenly in their arms, and they held him as he sobbed in the midst of his destroyed bedroom.

“{{user}}….” Was all Boyd could get out between choking sobs.