- Ding... Dong...

No of God...

Who could come and ring his doorbell...

At this time of the night.

Couldn't Logan leave him alone...

Once and for all.

If he pretended that nobody had rang the bell...

And went back to sleep...

Maybe he would leave.

Yes...

Go back to sleep...

And forget about that intruder.

He let his head fall back on his ear...

And closed his eye.

- Ding... Dong...

- No... But it's not true.

You go see Mike.

In rage, Goren pushed back the sheets, got out of bed, and with a quick step headed for the front door.

He was going to kick him out without any restraint this time.

Why did he always have to be bothered by Logan.

Couldn't he leave him alone.

If ever...

Grunting and grumbling, he opened the door.

- What do you...

Goren stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the little blonde head at the door.

Damn it...

He had thought it would be Mike.

Speaking of Mike...

No of God...

That little blonde head, he knew so well.

Eames...

Eames was there in front of him...

And looking at him with her big, bright hazel eyes.

While he had tried to run away from her.

What the hell was Eames doing here...

It could only be a trick from Logan.

Goren was attracted by what Eames was holding in his hands.

A bag...

Why did she have a bag in her hand.

Eames had no intention...

Eames felt her heart racing as the door opened, and she came nose to nose with Goren.

A big smile appeared on his lips.

Damn it...

She was so happy to see him again.

That fool had been holed up in his house like a pestiferous...

Not answering her calls...

She was worried about him.

He had left the hospital...

Without any explanation...

Without a word.

And he had made it clear to Logan that he didn't want to see anyone anymore.

But Eames had decided otherwise...

And she decided to come to his house in the middle of the night.

Logan had warned him that she would have surprises.

That he had nothing more human in his way of appearance.

He who was always careful to be neat.

He had a beard of several days...

He had his ebony curls in disorder...

And he was wearing only...

Only a simple caleçon.

At this vision of Goren who made more animal...

Eames felt her heart racing.

But she pulled herself together.

This was not the time to react like that.

- This is how you receive me...

Eames entered the apartment, but she felt long, thin fingers on her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

- What are you doing... He forced her to turn toward him, and brought her face close to his. Go away.

At Goren's cold tone, Eames raised her chin, challenged him with her eyes, and shook her head in denial.

Goren wasn't serious.

She wasn't going to leave.

And what was that way of talking to him.

Whether he liked it or not...

She was here...

And she was going to stay.

Eames brought his hand to his fingers, pulled them away from his wrist, shrugged, and walked to the living room, set his bag down.

- You came to enjoying the spectacle of the monster.

At his words, said with virulence, Eames jumped.

She turned around and faced him.

Enjoying the spectacle of the monster...

Had she heard his words correctly...

Goren wasn't serious.

He was not a monster.

In addition...

She would never think that about him.

Did he forget that it was while protecting her...

That he had been disfigured.

And she could never forget that.

The monster...

He was the one who had done this to her.

And the person who had premeditated it.

Eames approached him.

And when she reached his height, she lifted her chin and looked into his brown eye.

- Whether you want it or not... She paused, and weighed her words carefully. I'm staying.

Ah no.

Eames was not going to impose his presence on her...

Nor was she going to impose her law on him.

It was out of the question.

That damned little woman...

Inlay into his house...

He wasn't going to accept that.

Goren wanted to be alone...

And especially not to see anyone.

Least of all her.

Goren didn't want her to see him like this...

With that face.

And he knew that this initiative could only come from Logan.

Why would Eames would she have wanted the monster.

Goren walked over to the bag, picked it up, and with a decisive step, he walked over to Eames, and forcibly took her by the arm, guided her by force to the exit.

Eames gave him a slap on the hand, making him drop it, and move away, as if prohibited, and surprised by this gesture.

- You didn't understand me well... She looked at him with pink cheeks, and her big hazel eyes shining with anger. Whether you want it or not... I'm staying.

Goren growled.

He understood that Eames was well and truly determined to inlay, and that she would not leave the peace.

He knew the little lady well.

The more he wanted to kick her out...

The more she would impose herself.

- So that's how it is...

Of anger, he threw Eames' bag on the floor, and without a glance for her, went to her room, and slammed the door with all his strength.

- Damned woman...

At his words, Eames smiled.

She had won.

And she wasn't about to leave.

Goren couldn't have kicked her out.

Yet he knew her well.

And he should have known that when she decided something...

It was hard to change her mind.

Logan had told him to go there unannounced...

And especially at times when he would least expect it.

Mike had told him...

That Goren refused to see anyone...

And that he refused to leave his house...

Isolating himself from everything and everyone.

She didn't think it would be that bad.

She thought that he would get back on track like every time.

But this time...

It was different.

Emaes didn't recognize the Goren she knew...

And she wanted the man she knew back.

And until he became that man again...

She would stay.