The trip back to Detroit was quieter than usual. Jensen wasn't the one to start a conversation and Malik still wasn't in the mood to light the fire of conversation just yet and focused on her flying. Adam took this opportunity to catch up on some sleep that these late nights had robbed him of. It was a bit odd that everything they did was always during night-time but Jensen liked it in a strange sort of way. It added to the atmosphere at mystique of his job. After all, most heads of security spent their entire day behind a desk doing very little actual securing. He got to fly across the world and infiltrate Belltower operations and do other not-really-legal things. Despite all the stress and conspiracies, Jensen took solace in the fact that at least he wasn't bored, unlike those months he had spent in the hospital.

Jensen awoke to find the VTOL landing on his building. Odd, but he wouldn't complain. He had already gotten his fill of walking night-time streets for the past week. Returning to a sitting position, he groggily waited for Faridah to unlock the the compartment he was stuffed in. A slight click was accompanied by a hiss as the wall of the VTOL transformed into a ramp that led out of the metal bird. Jensen's legs were immune to the effects of jet-lag and general tiredness and carried Adam out like a friend that was leading his drunk buddy home.

He jarringly stopped as he approached Faridah leaning against her chopper like she usually did. Her face was strangely neutral, he was so used to seeing a half-smile or at least some spirit in her eyes but not now. She looked like him. Deadened.

"Thanks for the lift."

"It's my job, Adam." She sighed.

"Still. Thanks."

There was a silence filled with the sounds of the city below. The negligible sound of the city after dark, the echo of a world that found itself unable to care about the coming dawn. Adam's coat rippled and flapped in the wind diagonally as he considered his next words under the floodlights of the roof.

"Since you flew me home... want some cereal?"

His words were like the flare of a lighter in a dark room. Utterly ridiculous as well. He had tried his utmost to make Faridah smile a little after the recent bad days.

Luckily, Malik sputtered in laughter with her eyes closed at the completely unexpected offer. Oh how good it felt to throw off some negativity like an untamed rodeo horse.

Faridah smiled lazily at Jensen.

"Yeah." She paused.

"I could use some cereal." She said as they walked down to his apartment.

As their bowls were emptied, so was Faridah's energy. They reclined in Adam's antique couch, talking about things like the company and Malik's time living in Hengsha. Eventually they ended up at the subject that had been choking her since that rainy day.

"How do you live with it?" Faridah asked slowly. Staring at nothing.

Jensen looked out the windows of his apartment in thought.

"It goes away with time. You occupy yourself with things in order to speed it up."

"That why you're always working?" She mused.

"I don't have much else to do really." He said matter-of-factly as his spoon clattered in his bowl.

"Maybe you should get a hobby besides being super-spy?"

"That's part of my job as well, fly-girl."

"Then we'll just have to find you something else, spy-boy."

Jensen had been too busy to really think about getting a hobby. It seemed so obvious now.

"Any... Suggestions?"

Malik's hooded eyes closed completely in tired thought.

"Not tonight. Spy-boy." She muttered as she started laying herself down on Jensen's sitting upper body.

Adam's shades unsheathed themselves as a reflex. It was so alien to have someone touch him so casually, he ceased moving completely, only breathing. He waited in this incredibly uncomfortable position for a good ten minutes before he tried moving again.

All for naught, as Faridah made protesting sounds in her dreamy state and pulled Jensen back with strength that made no sense, considering she was sleeping. Adam sighed and resigned to his fate. It was going to be a long night as he settled into a more comfortable position for sleeping with his pilot attached to him.

He stared out at the view he had mentioned during their little poetry slam in Sarif's office a while back. The warm golden light washing through his windows highlighted some dust particles floating through the air, as well as Malik. He looked at her sleeping form with a face of contemplation for a while before he started dozing off.

Maybe not such a long night after all.

That night Jensen and Malik both slept on the couch in the mausoleum that was his apartment. Dead silent with exception to their synchronized breathing.