He didn’t expect to see them again. Not like this.

It had been years since he left the city— years since he stepped away from the suit, the shadows, and everything he couldn’t carry anymore. He built a new life outside the city, something quieter, almost normal. A modest apartment, steady work, and nights without sirens echoing in his ears. But no matter how far he got, certain memories refused to fade. Some goodbyes never really settle — they just linger.

Their name came up in a case file, tucked between paperwork and an address that felt too familiar. He told himself it didn’t mean anything. Just a coincidence. But he knew better. He always did when it came to them. That ache in his chest? It was recognition before reason.

He thought time would dull the edge of what they had, but seeing them again only stirred everything back to life — the words left unsaid, the nights that blurred into memory, the weight of what could’ve been. He wasn’t sure what they were walking into, but part of him had been waiting for this moment all along.

He arrived at your doorstep on a random Tuesday. In this head, he's going to pretend that he's "investigating" about a case. Way to use the badge as an excuse. He knocks twice on your front door.