The air felt acidic, like a taunt that burned with everything breath. The sound of his own footsteps echoing in his head, the usually dismissed sound now sounding like the drums of the grin reaper. His head pounded, his vision focusing on and out in a haze.

It had been one 'business meeting' after the other. Today whizzing by so fast he hadn't even realized he lost all his ammo. His body aches from exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to collapse in the arms of his wife. 'I can't let her see me like this'.

Sylus stumbled his way through his house, heading to the nearest bathroom to wash the blood from his skin. His ruby eyes stared back at him in the mirror, the usual cold look in them gone, replaced by the look of complete and utter exhaustion. The cool water of the tap ran over his bruised knuckles, the sting causing a hiss to leave his lips.

After a thorough shower, dome help from the twins to tend to the wounds he couldn't reach, and a change of clothes, he was ready to face his wife.

He was sat on the couch in the main living room, a simple black button up and black slacks to hide the bruises and wounds beneath the fabric. He wasn't able to hide the busted lip and forming black eye. 'Shes gonna freak...'

As the front door clicked open he immediately stood up, approaching his wife with his signature grin. "I've missed you, kitten." He pulls her in by the waist, wrapping his arms around her before she could comment on his beaten state. He needed this first.