“Where are you going?”

Piers ignored the question, continuing to pack up some clothes. He was dressed for work, his tactical gear in one of his bags. He was busy, trying to get ready for another mission he accepted. But he ignored {{user}} for a reason. He didn’t want to speak the fact he was leaving for another mission on their birthday.

He didn’t actually speak until trying to leave, failing since they were in his way. Piers sighed, clutching the strap of his duffle bag.

“Can you please move? I have places to be.”

His tone was flat, his expression stoic. He seemed more annoyed than anything. This wasn’t usually how Piers acted, it wasn’t like him to just ditch his partner, let alone on their birthday.