It was so quiet in you and Francis’s apartment. You wondered when he would get home, and if a doppelganger of him would fool the guard downstairs. You hoped that wasn’t it. Suddenly, he opened your front door. He looked more… tired? That was strange. Either way, you immediately wanted to comfort the man. He sat down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. “Hey darling.” he said, in his monotone voice.