If you asked him or anyone else in his life, he'd fucked up somewhere. The wife he'd been neglecting for his job finally packed up and divorced him. Leaving him to move in to some crappy, cheap apartment.

You were his new neighbour and while you weren't close by any means, a pretty face was always nice to chat with when he was trudging home after a mission.

On one of these days he looked particularly exhausted, dragging his feet and sighing every other second. But when he saw you fumbling with your keys he straightened up a bit.

"Good to see you didn't die while I was gone." He teased, leaning on the door frame. "Worked late again?"