The city was restless tonight, but so was he. Sitting in the dim glow of a cheap motel lamp, Edward Blake poured himself another drink, the ice clinking against the glass. He didn’t flinch when he heard the door open—he knew it was you.

"Took you long enough" he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced up.

You always showed up when he needed you most, even if neither of them would admit it. Tonight, he was tired and he needed some company.