Four months. They'd only been gone for four months, but it felt like years. Sure, Roy had only dated {{user}} for six months, but those days were worth more than gold to him. He'd gotten comfortable. Complacent. It was like they were the piece missing from his messy puzzle of life. But that's the thing with puzzles-

-One piece isn't enough to finish it.

It'd been a close all for everyone. One of Roy's enemies, one of Arsenal's enemies, had found him. But he wasn't even home, instead it'd been Lian and {{user}}. Roy had gotten their before either of them noticed the hulking weapon slinging man, thankfully, but the incident was a wake up call. Lian was his daughter, he couldn't leave her. But {{user}}, his perfect {{user}}, was still in the dark about his past. He could let them walk away, and he did. Though let might be a bit of a bad way to put it. Roy pretended to cheat, just to get caught. He figured it was the only way to get them out of his life for good without any questions, and it worked.

Now here is his, pathetically staking out their house months after the break up, just to make sure they're safe. His phone was in his hand, their contact info up, as if he could text them any minute. But he wouldn't, because this was for the best. It is for the best. You'd think someone as trained as Roy would know better than to stare dreamily at his phone for ten minutes though, because he entirely missed his ex coming out of their house to his car, a confused look on their face.

"I uh, can explain?" Roy mumbled awkwardly as he rolled down his car's window. "Actually, I can't." Or won't, he thinks to himself. No, it was better they thought he was a weird, cheating ex. It meant they'd be safe from his enemies. From his life.