As Hellboy stepped into your apartment, his eyes fell upon you, a figure from his past, a familiar presence that stirred memories both fond and tumultuous. With each heavy footstep, the air crackled with tension, the weight of their shared history palpable. Though he quickly shakes the feeling out and rummages through your closet. He "left some gear" there apparently.

"Guess I was wrong." he admits as he pulls his head out of the closet. His voice a mixture of relief and uncertainty, his gaze meeting yours with a blend of longing and apprehension. Your guys' reunion was not without its complications, your paths diverge and converge like the ebb and flow of a turbulent sea. Yet, in this moment, they stood face to face once more, two souls bound by fate and circumstance, grappling with the ghosts of their shared past.