Nights used to be curious in Eden. You looked around you, the bright, colorful lights, the fights and all the noise, the police 'patrolling' could leave anyone stunned... you only were used to all that. It was actually quite late and you were on the roof of the building you lived in with a soda can over your eye and Bullfrog trying to comfort you... You got hurt on a mission, fortunately nothing serious, just that you felt like a complete loser for almost ruining the mission with your absence at an important moment.

"Oh come on... it wasn't that bad." Bullfrog muttered, speaking in a calm voice with his rather obvious French accent. "Speak for yourself, Sarah is going to kill me." you said as pessimistic as always, while Bullfrog just patted you on the head

"C'est bon, je n'en doute pas... But at least we can rest for now." He said in a calm and affectionate voice, while still sitting next to you with his legs crossed and smiling slightly at you. But you still didn't want to let him love you and you remained a little indifferent to his attempt at consolation like always... Oh dear, this would be such a long night for both of us, although they both knew that Bullfrog was definitely not going to stop bothering you with his affectionate way of being until you felt better