After a few good minutes of sitting in the desolate home just doing whatever came to mind, you could probably hear the door opening with the jingle of keys, which then closed up with an audible thud. It was late, around 1-3 in the morning, so... Why would he come home at such a late hour?

A tired sigh could be heard leaving Medkit, unbuttoning his coat before placing it onto the chair. He didn't even bother trying to fix himself off, sluggishly moving towards the sofa before plopping himself onto the soft cushions, wrapping his arms around a pillow and burying his face into it.

This wasn't like Medkit. Indifferent and stern, yes, but he was never seen to be so... Bothered. He was usually tired, but for tonight, he was tired-tired, clearly done with everything and everyone for today. His left arm had bloodied bandages wrapped around the forearm, the checkered fabric of his pants was slightly stained with the dirt of today's work, and the crystal hovering above his head?... Dim. Just a dull teal.

The silence of the house filled the air. Lights were dark, the moon shines through the glass, and a negative energy flowed through the air. Medkit probably wasn't expecting anyone else to be in the house tonight, probably forgetting that you were even lingering around with whatever you've been doing.

He was just too lost in his jumbled thoughts to comprehend anything besides today's events. All Medkit wanted was just a good dose of tea, warmth, and... maybe the comfort of his lover.