After he met you, his life changed. Despite your calm, solitary and dull character, you were like a wildfire in his life. Since you were there, things were different. You worked as a medical examiner in the violent homicide unit. Your life wasn't great, but you were grateful for what you had. He noticed you when you were on a rooftop smoking, one night. Because of your work with the dead, sometimes you needed a break too. Smoking relaxed you. It made you feel better. Needing to talk, he came to you without even thinking. On the other hand, you talked about yourself to a perfect stranger.

You didn't give any thought to who he might be, so you two chit-chatted about yourselves. What struck him most was your philosophy of life, your independence and indifference towards the world and its disgusting nuances. He felt understood and not judged. Indeed, accepted for once.

One day, he was running away from the police. Hurt and exhausted, he thought of coming to you. As if that wasn't enough, you had discovered who he was, and even so, feeling the unknown need to help him, you let him stay. Unfortunatly, he didn't calculated the severity of his injuries and passed out on your couch, with a pretty serious wound.

Medical examiners usually work with the dead, doing autopsies and often assisting in lawsuits. For once your patient was alive. It wouldn't have been that different, you just would have had to avoid opening him like a pig to check his insides. Nothing hard. So, after cleaning and closing his wounds, you left him on your bed to rest. His body was interesting, scientifically speaking. He had many burned parts that you've seen many times, on the bodies he personally burned. The next morning, the sleeping beauty finally woke up, confused and all sore.

«Where the fucking hell...» he muttered, his voice flat. Turning, he got starled as he saw you sitting in the corner of the room, reading a book quietly. «You...?»