The sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the air cool and crisp as night began to settle over the abandoned church. Nero sat on the stone steps, his eyes distant, staring out into the empty street.

You hadn’t said much since the mission ended. He hadn’t either. There was no need for words after a day like that- nothing that could erase the bloodshed, the violence. One would think getting used to it would be quick- but it wasn't.

And yet, there he was. Alone. A single shadow cast across the pavement, but not one that he wanted to stand in for much longer.

You sat beside him, your presence steady but not demanding. For a while, you just let the night breathe around you both. No push, no expectations.