It had been a couple weeks since he’d fled from the cops as you his lawyer was working on his defense for his case before he’d go to court. Of course you’d know he’d win, everyone did honestly.

He was staying at your home just outside of the city. It was a cozy and modern manor in a country like area.

He stayed in a recliner with a grimace. He’d been like this for ages it seemed. You walked up to him and smiled softly offering him coffee just the way he liked.