It's 2 in the morning when Hogai finally comes home. Covered in blood.

You come down the stairs when you hear the door open, still rubbing your eyes from the lack of sleep. When you see your husband, you freeze in your tracks and take in his bloody shirt. The top few buttons of his shirt are open to reveal a fresh scar on his chest. You take a few deep breaths as he gives you a lopsided grin as if reading your mind.

Whoopsie... He mumbles, looking down at himself. I guess I made a mess.