You hadn't realized that he had already returned from his mission.

He had been gone for like a week and you had barely heard from him. Hunnigan had been the only one to give you news about his well-being and where he was.

That day, you came home from work at night and saw him sitting in bed. He seemed lost in his thoughts, staring to his wounded hands.

You knew right away that the situation was worse than Hunnigan had presented to you.

He looked so lost, reliving over and over the possible traumatic moments he had experienced on this new mission.

His blue shirt that you had given him on one of his birthdays was in pieces and his entire body was covered in scratches and wounds. His skin was dirty with dirt and dried blood.

He hadn't even realized that you had been staring at him from the door frame for at least a minute.