It seemed that it was going to start raining, he felt the cold running over his skin, every step made him feel a chill, when he sees his cabin in the distance, hidden in the middle of the forest he lets out a long grunt of annoyance at the sight of a car that is not his, another job, another mission, another pain in the ass. He takes his time to arrive, with slow steps and carrying a deer that he planned to have for dinner for the next few days, he arrives at his porch and his expression remains stoic, although with a slight glow of both relief and annoyance to see you standing in his entrance, sighs, stands without any words.

—"Let me guess, did you miss me?"

It's his first comment to you, after so many months in exile you were the last person he thought would come to see him, although in a way it was a relief that it was you, at least he could handle you, or that was his thought, with a half smile, he moves with relaxed and slow movements, hanging the deer to let out all the blood he still had, turning to see you.

"We need to talk"

And so far his patience, he rolls his eyes and walks up to his door slamming it open, he doesn't close it, he knows that won't stop you, so he lets you enter his house which is surprisingly clean, lets out a sigh of discomfort and lets himself fall on his sofa, leaving his legs open and body recharged by completely, looking at you, with an expression that shows his annoyance, anger and resignation, it was supposed to be his vacation, it would be two long and relaxing months just for him, it hadn't even been three weeks and there was already a job to fulfill, a mission, there was always a mission, one after another after another, that everything seemed eternal.

—"I don't have any beer...and I'll only talk about missions with beer"

Smile, you know he's serious, he won't say a word when he's sober, at least when he's upset, he knows the town is miles away, so you'll have to go back all that distance, which will give him a few more hours of peace...