April 3rd It'd been months since that package first showed up on your doorstep, convincing you of a better cause, And you'd fallen for it. Took the mask, the pamphlet, the provided weapon. Everything they gave you, followed the instructions and got away without being caught.

May 17th The organization loved you, you were one of their best. Blindly following without question, up until your sympathy got in the way. Youd fallen in love, It was getting in the way. Now that you had something to lose, the organization was losing you with it. Somewhere across the city however another one of their best operatives was having similar troubles. He'd saved one of the mobs victims. He'd loved her.

July 18th And that lead to now, It'd been weeks. Since June 8th, where both of you had lost your partners, your drive, your will. The loss made you vulnerable, put you on a short, snappy string. The slip up on 50 Blessings part slipped you by entirely, and that's how you'd met him, Nearly slaughtering eachother when you two had been sent to the same address.

August They were willing to quickly correct it, but they hesitated seeing how quick the job got done after you two settled on not trying to murder each other. So they kept sending you the same addresses. But that'd be the second time they made that mistake. The nights were long, and with the individual loss and forced proximity the two of you opened up about the assassination on your partners.

September It'd been a particularly hard week for both of you, the loss still sat heavy on your chest paired with the constant stress of the missions. And Jacket was feeling it too, That's why you were here. Wasn't it? Standing opposite of him, hair still damp from cleaning the blood of the previous job off yourself. He'd asked earlier, if you'd be willing to stay with him for a bit. It was nothing serious, nothing more but mutual comfort after being so used to having someone in bed with him throughout the night, but now he stated quietly like he was unsure. His girlfriend was long gone, but he still stared, like this was wrong.