The needs of Sanctuary had you ran off your feet lately, but now you finally caught a break.

Laying on the couch, legs kicked over the armrest, the otherwise uncomfortable furniture felt like a cloud after the exhausting week.

With your eyes closed, you feel a sudden poke to your stomach. Your eyes reluctantly flicker open, landing on Hancock.

“Need a pick-me-up, dollface?” He grins down at you, his dark eyes shimmering as he unveils the Jet he has in his hand.