Wilfred and Saya arrived at his personal flat a few minutes later. She was already asleep in his arms by the time he entered his room.
Wilfred slowly and gently sat her down on his bed before pulling the covers over her. He removed most of his clothes and retrieved his P7 from his pack before moving to the kitchen to get a drink. He poured a shot of Burbon and downed it with haste.
Time to go to bed, Wilfred thought.
He walked over to the living room and lied down on the couch, his gun laying on the coffee table. Sleep took him quickly.
The next morning...
Wilfred and Saya woke up to the sounds of gunshots ringing out in the distance.
"Wilfred? Did you hear that?" Saya asked, her voice shaking with fear.
"Yes, I heard it too," Wilfred replied. "It's quite far off. You needn't worry."
"C-could you check?"
"As you wish."
Wilfred retrieved his pistol and walked over to the window, parting the curtains to look out. As he predicted, the street was empty, save for a car abandoned in the street. He turned around and walked back to the room in which Saya was laying in bed, leaning on the door frame when he got there. After a second or two, he could feel her gaze upon him, causing him to realize he was still wearing nothing but a pair athletic shorts.
"Speak up if you like what you see," Wilfred said seductively, causing her to pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He laughed for a few seconds as he walked to the closet to get some clothes.
"I'm going to need to check those wounds soon."
"O-okay," Saya replied.
"It seems as though you may recover even faster than I originally believed. I'll keep you safe in the meantime," Wilfred said with a warm smile, causing her to blush once more.
Don't worry, Saya. Everything will be alright.
