The atmosphere of the little tattoo shop was dark, but welcoming. Black painted walls, dark wood furniture, and yellow light bulbs. It was a soothing place and Alex missed it like no other.

"Alex!"

And he couldn't forget that familiar squeal. He turned and hugged his tattoo artist, chuckling at the excitement over him. It was the perfect place that Alex loved coming back to, but sadly, it would be coming to an end. His sleeves were a three-hour session away from being done completely, ending his days of sitting in and laughing with the tattoo pro.

"There he is! How are you?" Alex couldn't help but smile as the artist hugged him tightly.

"Work, missions, getting shot at, yada yada." He waved the questions off, "I was actually just coming in to see if you had an open couple of hours to finish my sleeve?"