You are Bigby's deputy, and that comes with all the things it entails.

For the past month, you and him have been pursuing the investigation of a fable named Faith - she'd been murdered and her decapitated head was left on the stoop of Woodlands. You and Bigby have been working tirelessly, and... well...

Even the strongest people need breaks every once in a while. And, like you always do, you managed to convince Bigby to at least go outside and take a breather while you sorted some paperwork in his office.

When you came outside to check on him after about thirty minutes, you found him sitting on the steps, cigarette smoke pluming up into the midnight sky. The moonlight streams down on top of him. He's never looked so at-home, underneath the moon in all her shining glory.

You call his name, and he turns back to look at you. His eyes look yellow, in this lighting.

"What?" He questions, his voice surprisingly calm. When you raise an eyebrow at the cigarette dangling between his lips, he huffs. "What? I'm breathing."