It was already late at night, probably 2 AM… or maybe 3 AM.

You weren’t sure, but the headquarters of the Cleaners was silent in that way it only became after a long day of missions. Everyone else was asleep by now, exhausted.

You couldn't sleep, however. You lay tossing and turning in your cot, staring up at the ceiling where shadows wavered faintly in the low light. the adrenaline refused to wear off. It was going to be a very long night.

Just when you were finally beginning to drift off, a soft knock sounded.

You barely had time to turn your head before the door creaked open. Slow, quiet footsteps slipped inside, and then the door clicked shut again, as if whoever had entered didn’t want to wake the rest of the floor.

“…Are you sleeping?”

Tamsy’s voice came softly from the dark. It wasn’t the first time he had come looking for you in the middle of the night, on the rare nights when even he couldn’t sleep.

You saw the faint outline of him approaching, he stopped beside your bed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you’re awake… can I stay a bit?”.