It’s dark outside the D.S.O. headquarters when you dip out to get a fresh air, hoping to ease your thoughts a little after going around informing people about your recent mission.

As if conjured by your distressed thoughts, Leon’s voice penetrates the quiet midnight air. “You never could kill that habit,” he says, a few paces in front of you.

You’d both been so caught up with work that the relationship took the backburner, and eventually, neither of you felt like putting out anymore.