Hope was waiting for Lightning in her house. He sat down in a chair in her living room while he waited. He sighed looking down at the ground completely bored. When he heard a click from the door his head shot up looking at the door, as Lightning walked in. When she finally noticed him sitting there confused, he didn’t know what exactly to say.
"Uh, hey Lightning…" He said scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Welcome home."
"You took my words; it should be the other way around," the soldier prolonged her gaze at her young brother-figure, her lips curving upwards into a small smirk. As the heavy boots glided across her hardwood floor, she didn’t hesitate to pat the silver strands that she purposely touched.
"I presume you just broke into my place?"