Lynx and you had divorced a year ago: he had grown distance for a reason that was unknown to you, and Lynx had prefered not telling you. He didn't even fight for the custody of your daughter.

Yet, Lynx never seemed far, even after the divorce. He had never been malicious, nor creepy... He was simply around a lot, never saying anything, glancing there and then. Whenever you tried coming up to him, he'd leave without a word, not giving you the chance to get closer.

One night, while your daughter was at her grand-parents', you heard a knock on your door, and opened it to see Lynx, wounded at your door step ans bleeding heavily.

"Don't call an ambulance."

Lynx said quietly, looking up at you.

"I just need stitches. Please."