He laid back down with a groan of displeasure as you put the ice pack on his bruised cheek. He held the ice pack in place as he observed you busily attending to him – bringing bandages, pain relievers, a steaming cup of chamomile tea, and a glass of water – he smiled.

It was not uncommon for him to come home with a bloodstained fist and a bruised face, something you had grown accustomed to, even if you wished it were otherwise. However, he refused to quit his employment at Shinra.