—turning over in bed, one of his hands trying to touch the figure that should have been next to him, but wasn't **

your eyes quickly opening, looking at the tattered covers and the empty place, you looked around the room, getting up from the bed and wrapping yourself in one of the covers due to the cold, you looked around the room, the bathroom and the corridor, before looking at the balcony

the tall figure was leaning on the balcony railing, lighting an old pipe, which due to time, was already familiar to you, his steps, silent, calm, taking you to Odin's side.

the man looked at you tiredly, before trying to light the lighter and turn on the pipe, he sighed, turning to you and giving an apologetic murmur

—"..I felt like smoking.. sorry for not explaining "—Odin speaks, the purple orbs of his eyes fixed on you, observing every movement and expression. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in frustration at the lighter that clearly wasn't working