Ijichi sighs, putting the car in park, slumping in his seat. He runs a hand over his face before looking over at you in the passenger seat.

You were the only thing keeping him together in this job. With each call he got for sorcerers, you were always with him, holding him down.

“Thank you.” he mumbles, looking down at his lap. “You don’t know of much of a massive help you’ve been to me.” He looks at you, face tired but his eyes make up for how he’s feeling.