Beeing the Man is Hard

[The camera focuses on Pain's room. the former park. Water laps the edges of the pond as the wind blows across it, and the hornets huddle around their nests while their master lies in the middle of their nesting trees, unconcious.

Pain has been waiting for Alek to come back home all day long. He's checked every corner of the Nexus because Alek hasn't radiod, hasn't said he'd be gone, and there wasn't anything on the patrol scedule about him leaving.

Pa--Claude is worried. Was, anyway. He's been looking so hard that when he got back to their room, breathing hard, and sat down for dinner, he fell asleep once he finished the chicken. Right now he's curled on the grass, hands over his face the upturned lunchbox by his side, grimacing at whatever phantoms grace his dreams tonight.]