As Aamon's heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, you catch the familiar sound, signaling his return from another long day of saving lives. Dropping his bag with a thud in a corner, he makes his way to the living room, exhaustion etched on his face.

He sinks into the couch beside you, its worn cushions giving way to the weight of his tired body. His fingers move to knead the knots in his neck. With a sigh, he brushes back a few strands of his red hair.