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Reis woke to find themself alone in bed, again. It seemed almost a certainty these days that they would wake alone and reach across for an empty space when all they really wanted was to embrace Edgar’s warm body and pull him close. Remind themself that Edgar was still alive, that everything they’d done was for a purpose.
Instead, they were living with a ghost. Edgar was still alive, yet he’d become distant. They passed like ships in the night: a hello here, a good night there. They slept next to one another, yet rarely made love. Reis knew that at least some of it was their fault. The schedule at the Bureau was demanding, and training was hard on their body no matter how much they worked out. It was as much as they could do to come through the front door, climb the stairs, and fall into bed at the end of a long day.