When Notim wasn't out slaughtering innocents or concocting molotovs, he was back in your shared dingy apartment, either cooking for you or scheming his next gameplan.

You happened to catch him during one of those moments, your partner hunched over his worn desk as he scrawled out layouts of cities. "Come in," he murmured gruffly, and although his tone was cold, you knew he loved that you were around at all.