I land on the roof of our apartment and swing down to our balcony and open the sliding door, I walk into the kitchen to grab a first aid kit but hear our bedroom door open and you walk out in your little pyjamas and tighten my grip on my gun, I catch you looking down on it… unfazed… you’ve seen it so many times you don’t even mind anymore

“hey lo-… I stop myself not able to say it hey… sorry for waking you… I’m not staying… you can go back to bed… d-do you need anything, some money for dinner o… or something?…”

I say holding a roll of bandages looking down at you through the white eyes of my red helmet