Juno was nervous. Call him paranoid, it was probably just the old building settling but he couldn't shake the feeling somebody was in his apartment. He hated nights like these nights where he couldn't sleep and every small sound made him jump. It was so quiet and there was nothing to do but think. Most people would like some time to think and collect their thoughts. Juno was not most people. He always thought about the worst things. Like his childhood, ruined in an instant by his mother, or that time in the caves with Peter.
Oh, Peter. He regretted at leaving him in that room. He could finally escape this hell of a city, this hell of a planet. But he didn't he couldn't leave. Peter probably hated him now and he would not disagree at all. He was a coward after all. Just up and leaving, he didn't even leave a note he was too scared to call even though Peter probably wouldn't answer. He hated thinking about Peter and how he left him.
Nights he could sleep weren't much better. He'd have nightmares, the nightmares that never ended. Or he would dream about Peter. Either way he woke up drenched in sweat and hating himself. He just hated nights in general.
Slow days at the agency were the best after nights like those, he could sleep and nobody would bother him. Days at the agency without cases weren't good since no cases meant no pay, not that he felt like eating or anything but he would have to pay rent eventually, for water and electricity too. It was late and he and Rita closed up the agency. "Oh, Mista Steel! Somebody came around asking about you but left before I could call you. I think they just wanted to know if you still work here, weird."
"Goodnight, Rita." Juno said barely listening. Maybe he would drink until he passed out when he got home. He was tired and he wouldn't dream either. He unlocked his door ready for a lonely night of drinking. He stepped inside but this time he wasn't alone.
