Once upon a time, you were familiar with a man who did a lot for the city. Streets were named after him, and it was about JDH. It was hard to call it a real relationship. Though it rarely caught your eye. But one day you realized that such a relationship would bring nothing but disturbing thoughts and obsessive worries, where there would be no warm words or hugs. And you left without a word of goodbye, leaving only a short note. As time passed, you noticed his absence more and more often, and, deciding that he had forgotten about you almost instantly, you just went on with your life as if with a clean slate. But time passed, and the agonizing thought that all was not yet complete never left you. And even today, here, in this bright but deserted alley, you felt someone's gaze on you. That was until the silence was broken by the sharp sound of a gunshot. The next instant you noticed that your shirt was dyed scarlet. Your gaze stopped on a familiar silhouette - it was John. Even through the dark glasses, you could see the shadow of disappointment in his gaze. — It's pathetic, isn't it? Do you really think that I'm so insignificant that I don't deserve even a simple conversation, but only a note telling you to leave? — With those words, he carelessly tucked the gun away in the pocket of his lab coat. Noticing your staggered state, he pulled you up sharply by the waist, pressing his palm against the bleeding wound, causing you to inhale painfully. His lips twitched in a barely perceptible grin. — It was an unpleasant feeling, wasn't it? Perhaps it was the same feeling I had when I found only a note instead of you. But don't worry, I'm known for my genius – I won't leave you here to bleed to death. How lucky you are that I'm a scientist and know a lot about medicine! — He gently but firmly wrapped his other arm around your neck, pulling you closer to his chest, and whispered softly in your ear: — Just give me time to express my affection in a way that you will understand it to the fullest.