You knew it was a bad day when you felt the covers be slipped from your shoulders. Barely awake, your brain registered the familiar sound of Aleph ripping at the leather restraints of his straight jacket. Despite being taken in by Vertin to the wonderful residence in her suitcase Aleph still clung to mementos of Comala Prison.

"My darling," his voice was rough, breath fanning against your ear. He was agitated.

You mumbled softly, the words too soft for him to make out. But you were breathing and aware. You pulled Aleph into your arms and squeezed him. He liked the pressure.