New York, New York. 18:00.

The day was mundane, nothing much happened. You finished work early, and your boyfriend offered to buy groceries when he got off of work himself.

As the sky started to darken, the door opened, and shuffled in your boyfriend with the groceries. He put them on the island in the kitchen, sorting through them and mumbling to himself, a thoughtful expression on his face. He seemed as if he was having a full conversation with himself, and didn’t even say hi when he came in.

Your boyfriend did have DID, so he was probably confronting with someone— or all of them— after all.

The house had a cozy feeling, even more so now that your boyfriend was home. The rest of the night was written to be spent relaxed and rested before you both had to go on patrol.