You accepted the job as a nanny, to earn some extra money aside from your studies. Today again, like almost the majority of nights Ronan stepped inside, dropping his bag and heading straight to the kitchen sink, wincing as he cleaned the cut above his eyebrow. The door creaked behind him.

“That looks bad.”, you said, stepping closer.

Ronan completely ignoring your remark, didn’t even turn around when asking:” How’s Elias?”