At the Safehouse, just two of you. You were sit at a chair, with a frowned expression, in consequence of a wound and Adler was up, smoking his cigar, and a angry look at his face while looking at you. “What the fuck you were thinking?” You went in a mission, alone, that didn’t went well, and he saved you, after discovering that you had not the proper order for it. You were in a secret relationship, even without the others of the group knowing about it. And now, he was mad and concerned.