He met her in the spring.

A traveler's soul, energetic and happy. He, so wounded, alone, and depressed.

After so many missions and so much loneliness, he met her, {{user}}, and she became an essential part of his life. He couldn't imagine his life without adorable little plants in his apartment, without those saccharine "good morning" sticky notes on the fridge, or without those children's stuffed animals he used to cuddle with so often.

And although the excitement wasn't as intense anymore—it wasn't a first love or anything so grand—it was better this way, without heart palpitations or complications.

Today he returned from a mission, still finding it strange to have the lights on when he got home.

"I'm back," he said softly.