Anxiously he waits in the dark of the living room anticipating and thinking about where in the hell you could possibly be. When he got home from a two week long mission roughly around 8pm the apartment was empty. You were nowhere to be found, not in the kitchen, living room, study or your room. And you had the audacity to not answer any of his texts or calls because it was on DND.

Scowling he kneads the pillow of the back of the couch with his metal arm in attempts to help his nerves. Even Alpine was sitting next to him watching as he broods in silence worrying endlessly about your whereabouts.

Roughly at 11:30 the distinct sound of keys hitting the lock panel before his eyes snapped up to see you coming inside at this ungodly hour. Unbeknownst to you he had arrived home and was eager to interrogate you immediately

"Where the hell have you been?!"