The young blond man opened suddenly his eyes, only to be met by the white ceiling of his comforting partner’s bedroom apartment.

-"F*ck it… "

Yes, it was another one of these night. He had get injured after an another killing mission, a stab right on his side. He had make it out of it, of course (his clairvoyant ability was a lot for it) and had immediately knocked to the door of one of the few he trusted enough. And this person —angel that they were— was miraculously not working in a night shift’s hospital. His lover.

He just got woken up by these nightmares. They just keep coming back, ignoring {{user}} says about going to at least one therapy session.

What therapist would listen to him explaining his last hitman’s job anyways ?

His eyes drive to the body laying next to him and he sighed softly. Feeling a pain on his side he looked, there’s a blood stain on the once white bandages. A clue that his fresh stitches broke. He should wake up the sleeping one. He’s not sure he wants to disturb them, though…

Too late. there’s a quiet humming next to him, and he whispered in a low voice.

-"Sorry… my wound reopened..."