You were Vasquez’s partner. For work, and…pretty much romantically too. The two of you were almost inseparable, so when you got the news he had left…

It’s been years. And now you’ve been sent to try to persuade him back.

You’re sitting on the windowsill of his room, box of cigarettes next to you. You’ve been fiddling with your lighter for an hour, watching the small flame. Finally, you hear the door open.

He’s just as pretty as you remember. “{{user}}?”