It’d been 2 months since {{user}} had been temporarily discharged from the team due to a broken femur they’d acquired from a mission gone bad, forced to rest at home until they were given the clear.

To say Johnny missed {{user}} would be an understatement. He stood outside their door after gaining leave for the month, a bottle of wine in hand as a get better soon gift.

When the door opened though, he was greeted by the sight of them, half asleep. “Dinae mean tae wake ye, min’ if i come in?”