He hadn't been able to sleep for two days straight. It messed with his mind more than he would ever come to admit to anyone that really mattered to him. Still, he couldn't help himself when his feet automatically took him along the rooftops of Florence, the one place he could never run away from.

The buildings passed by in blurs, some candles lit in the darkness of the open windows whilst others remained covered in shadows. He repeated to himself throughout his free run that he had the right to some time away from the Brotherhood. He had worked too hard, too much and overworked himself to the point he couldn't close his eyes to sleep.

And there he found himself, his feet coming to a stop as he descended upon the balcony of a house he had come to be too familiar with. Your room's candle was lit, illuminating your form over the desk you sat on, which brought a smile to the man's face as he leaned forward, knocking on the window.

"Let me in, per favore?"