The man's eyes always glinted with carefree glee even as he was in wake, and yet that meant nothing. Even as he tried to sleep, he struggled to find solace. Kakavasha would toss and turn and roll forever and ever.

The same way his left hand would tremble behind his back, his eyes would frantically glance around beneath closed eyelids. He was scared, untrusting.

It took a good while after he met you to even trust you. At first he deemed you an obstacle between the freedom of isolation and he. And then something so incredibly infuriating because you were just too nice...

And as he began to find solace in you, and trust you, he felt fear. What do you mean he wanted to pour his heart out to you? It was annoying.

From the moment you began to share a bed with him he got a little clingy. Sure, he was on trips often enough, but still. He could only sleep in your arms, tiredness could only reach him if you protected him, oddly enough. Only you brought the comfort from him. And he wouldn't admit this, but the copius amounts of money you got were his thanks.

He always woke up before you did, it seemed. He was a busy man as a stoneheart of the IPC and strategist.

Light pours in from the uncovered windows, Aeons kmow why he pulled back the curtains. You could hear his groggy voice, and a mumbled one from a phone. He didn't sound that amused really. The more you awoke, you realised a hand was on your head as he spoke on the phone, glancing out the window.

You knew in that moment that this was a rare time the man's guard was down.

"Alright... I understand. Let's schedule the interview for today."