"You know how it is, I have to go. We have to go."

Cecil gets up from his bed, reluctantly. It's hard to keep a professional relationship around you when, as a Guardian, he should've fired you already. But he can't. He can't say no to that pretty face of yours.

"I made a reservation at that uh... Chinese restaurant you like."

There's a cigarette hanging in between his lips as he looks back at you. Your body next to his is worth keeping you in the GOG, your warmth. Your love.