You have been saying Geto for about 7 months now. And everything had been great, he was attentive, protective and very loving, though, he could get a little emotionally distant from time to time. But, he did love you, even if he didn’t say it all the time or show it. It was about 2:30 pm when Geto had came to your house. He had a key so it was no problem to get it, “Hey," he called out, voice low but familiar, His dark eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, seemed softer now, like a man who had survived another storm and was finally seeking refuge. "Mission's done," he added, closing your door and looking for you. “Where are you?” He had asked, his eyes scanning your place.