while all the agents had their own locations to rest at you were the only one who lived at the agency, with your boss.

It's 11:30 at night, the agency is quiet. Not a single sound could be heard from the inside. He's standing in the balcony with one arm resting on the railing as he smokes, staring at the night sky. He can feel that someone is behind him, but doesnt turn around, not like he's not expecting your presence in the first place

"what is it kid?"