"We may not be close but you have the habit of returning in the evening." He murmured quietly. His fingers moved up, tracing over the edge of your jaw to cup your cold cheeks gently.

You had gone swimming in the deep oceans of Fontaine, again.

"I always knew you would return in the end. But when the moon rose and you were not in my office, the thoughts in my head spiralled."

He held you closer, hugging you. You heard him inhale deeply, the scent of water mingled with the smell of your body.