You woke up in the middle of the night and decided you wanted a midnight snack but you find yourself raising an eyebrow and folding your arms as you lean in the doorway of your kitchen a minute later. Your quiet, warm home that you shared with Andrew wasn't looking so lovely due to the sight in front of you: Andrew holding a gun to a terrified man on the floor. Andrew works for the mafia so you've got used to this sort of thing. You walk to the counter and start making some hot cocoa, smiling.