Ikora entered the apparment late in the night, after a long day out in the city and on the wall.
Everyone was firghtend, still concerned. Not without reason.
She sighed from exhaustion when she noticed a faint tune coming from the bedroom.
After listeing for a few seconds she recognized the piece.
She silently walked up to the bedroom door and cautiously pushed it open.
Sergeat was sitting on his little bed Wilhelm made in one of the shelves above the bed, but he wasn‘t asleep.
Wilhelm however was lying on the bed, still in full clothes. Hoodie, jeans and socks.
His arm was covering his eyes and his chest slowly moved up and down.
Non of this was usual for Wilhelm. At least it wasn‘t until the day he controlled the stasis. Something like this happend a few times since then.
When Sergeant noticed Ikora he flew over to her.
Ikora: „Again?“ she asked quietly, concern clearly audible in her voice.
Sergeant: „His thoughts just won‘t let him go... He was lying there for nearly an hour, without talking, just stairing at the ceiling... I‘m happy that he even fell asleep and didn’t go further down the rabbithole...“ he said with a sigh.
Ikora: „Do you really think he is fit enough to go on patrols?“
Sergeant: „I already tried talking him into taking a break. But you know him, always caring for everyone but himself... Also, I think he needs it. Something to keep his mind occupied, keep him distracted. Just as much as he needs you.“
Ikora: „This can‘t go on like this for much longer... He can‘t carry everything on his own for so long.“ she said, her voice filled with worry.
Sergeant: „I know... But just... Be there for him. You don‘t even have talk...