Ruin hadn't been here much, either. Duty had called him away, and away he'd stayed until it was done.

Now, he steps in through the front door, knowing his wife was there, and he inhales, a small smirk curving his lips. He slowly wanders through the rooms until he finds her, and then he simply watches her for a short time. The stitches Skill had put in his head still hurt like fuck, but he allows this rare moment of peace to fill him.

Damn, she was gorgeous, even after cleaning all day.