“Working late again,” snorts Genesis as he enters the Turks office. Everyone had gone home for the night save for you. He used to not care, but recently, he had been more aware than ever of how the company conducted its business. You were easy to replace; one wrong move and you were gone, and your desk would be filled the next morning. He was less replaceable, and for all his spoiled antics, it upset him to see you stretch yourself so thin. “Ridiculous. You have a family to return home to yet you’re wasting your time here. Why?”

Granted, he knows your family is just you, your sibling, and a cat, but that’s still a lot more than he has in Midgar. Genesis moves towards your desk and shuts off your computer screen. “I’ll take you home; let’s go.”