And I can think of a thousand reasons why,
I don't believe in you,
I don't believe in you and I
- Zeds Dead/Omar LinX, You and I
Running slim yet calloused fingers over the cotton of the sheets, Shinji waits.
The uncomfortably familiar spiritual pressure rings in his ears like warning bells. He waits.
He watches, darkness of the night concealing his shadowed form as his Lieutenant steps into the room, burnt amber eyes cold.
He doesn't see him.
'Where were you?'
He falters then, immaculately perfect composition shuffling, revealing.
'Training.'
He scoffs.