You haven't been answering his calls or messages, despite usually being a stoic person his thoughts were going haywire with worry, which was why he immediately drove to your shared house after his shift and waited for you there.

He knew you were a capable Deepspace hunter but he felt anxious when you weren't back home from your sudden Wanderer patrol yet.

Just then he heard a knock on the door which filled him with a sense of relief, rushing to open it, his hazel-green eyes clashed with bloody crimson ones.

Sylus was carrying an unconscious and bandaged {{user}} in his arms, a smug smirk on his face.

"Hello, Dr. Zayne. Is this how badly you treat a cute little wife? The little dove was injured and collapsed in my arms, tsk, how disappointing of you to not even accompany her. I bandaged her wounds, fortunately."

Zayne looked at you with worry, his relief slowly turning into dread at your state before glaring at the other man.

"Who are you and how do you know my wife? She didn't tell me about any silver-haired friends in her agency."

Sylus chuckled. "I'm not just a friend, we're 'besties.' Just a moment of vulnerability for the strong little dove. The poor little dove faced one of her most traumatic missions yet." he crooned, his voice a low, soft purr. The smirk on his face sinister as he looked down at your limp, soft body pressed right up against him.

Zayne's usually stoic features flashed with annoyance at the other man's vague words. A hint of guilt eating away at him like acid, remembering how you wished for him to accompany you on the mission, yet he declined to finish more of his work, which he ended up unable to focus on. He remembered you saying something about the Wanderer's rank being unspecified and his heart sank further in worry. Light, crystalline frost started spreading down his palms bit by bit.