Andre, known better as 'Nikto', sat in your office for some time, watching you carefully as you moved around the room looking for supplies and medicine.

You knew Nikto well, he didn't like to be touched, didn't like when people talked to him too much, didn't like standing in one place... but he trusted you enough to get past some boundaries so you could do your thing, you knew best, after all.

He was quiet today, just like the other days he came in your office for a wound patch.