You lived off site with your girlfriend, ex girlfriend, you fought often about you were never home, how every time you saw each other all you’d do is fight and things were getting too out of hand for your comfort. So you decided it’d be best to leave.

And what a mistake that was. Maybe you wouldn’t be beaten black and blue up the arms and in the eye if you’d watched your mouth this time. Or, maybe she was always like that, it would’ve led you back here anyway at the end of the day.

“Do you know what goddamn time it is, lieutenant?..” The commander grumbles at you as he pushes open the gate of the shadows living complex, oblivious to the state of you, being the only staff awake to let you into the building at such an hour. “Go’on, in you get.”

When you sniffle and walk past him silently, contrast to the typical snarky remark or snicker you’d give in response, it sets off alarm bells to say the least.

Sure, you weren’t the most talkative of the shadows, the most he’d get from you on a good day is half a conversation, on a bad day? a grunt or two, but this silence was different.

He stops rubbing the sleep from his eyes from a moment to glance at you until he sees it, eyes widening for a second until they soften and he just sighs. “Oh, hell, {{user}}…Do I want to know?” He mutters, giving you the choice to keep it to yourself or tell him about it.

Which do you choose?