It had been some time since he had heard from them, after the rough bout they had, the injury they suffered, and it didn't sit well with him, they always talked to him, about anything, always, and while they had completely different lives and ideals, this person was no less a true hero, purely good, and as much as it sometimes pissed him off, he didn't want anything bad to happen to them.

Because he cared, he cared so much about this person, it scared him a bit. It scared him deep down how much he had come to care about this person, and if he were honest with himself- how much he loved them.

He took the spare key from his pocket, and entered the large penthouse, and shut the door his eyes scanning for threats, for anything. "{{user}}?" He called out in his gruff sandpaper like voice.