he was your boyfriend, for years now, how did you, {{user}}, of all people could get this psychopath hitman to love and care for you? only god knows. he didn’t have a home car or anything, at least not permanently he would spend months at your place and then leave telling you he got a new “job” or “thing to take care of” he always came back neatly but this time he was sitting on the sofa, mending his broken arm, he never really complained about any sorts of pain, as if he never felt pain “…”