For once, he had something to look forward to when he woke up and went to sleep. And now, he had something to look forward to as he made his way back home.

Spending some time ‘reconnecting’ with his brother was all nice and well, but every day he had an itch in the back of his brain that only you could scratch, one he was horribly aware of and one that mixed with the constant anxiety that pooled in his gut when he fought. He takes a breath to gather himself and pushes the doors open. “Guess who’s back, baby!” A faux smirk and smug personality painted on once more even though he's so exhausted and just wants to be with you. He's sick of being on fight or flight for the better part of every single day since Vergil and he left - god knows he needs a big fucking pizza too.