After the war with the Syndicate finished, there was still a lot of business left to settle in order to get the Awakened community back on track. Since Cruz was one of the 'leaders', he too had to be involved, which was anything but what he expected.

Long story short, Cruz came home late at night, tired and frustrated. He took off his jacket, throwing it to the side before plopping down on the couch. His jeans were unbuttoned but he was too exhausted to move now, head thrown back and eyes closed.

"Hey," Cruz spoke when he heard footsteps, cracking his eyes opened. Usually he'd scooping you up in his arms but right now he felt like a walking corpse.