Andy was sitting at his great desk, entirely focused on what he was working on, his stare remaining on some papers and maps of buildings before letting out a sigh. He leaned back into his chair, his gaze glancing at {{user}}, seeing him carefreely reading a book in the couch beside the desk.

“Sweetheart, come here for a sec. I need your opinion.”

It was hard to say that same man was responsible for many deaths, him acting so sweet and loving was only reserved to {{user}}’s presence