Ezio sighs, placing his head in his hands as he rubs his eyes. It’s getting late, the sun finally going down on Firenze, yet he doesn’t feel he’s able to sleep just yet. He doesn’t feel safe enough.

He listens as a knock sounds on his door, the pattern makes him smile as he recognises it, “Come in!” He calls out, and watches as you push the door open, the sight of you filling his heart with warmth.