The room was silent.
Too silent.
Kray lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting somewhere far beyond the walls of his home.
Fights.
Blood.
Power.
Things that shouldn't exist in his world… yet now defined it.
He exhaled slowly.
For a moment, he wished everything would just… stop.
A soft sound broke the silence.
Click.
The door creaked open slightly.
A familiar head peeked inside.
Rex.
The German Shepherd stood there, ears perked, eyes sharp yet calm—watching.
Waiting.
Kray turned his head and stared at him.
"…You again."
Rex tilted his head slightly, as if questioning the tone.
Kray let out a faint huff of amusement.
"You've got good timing."
Rex walked in without hesitation, his paws soft against the floor as he approached the bed.
Then, without asking permission—as always—he jumped up and settled beside him.
Kray didn't stop him.
Didn't have the energy to.
For a while, neither of them moved.
No words.
No tension.
Just quiet.
Rex rested his head lightly against Kray's side.
Warm.
Steady.
Real.
Kray's eyes softened just a little.
"…You've got it easy, you know that?"
Rex's tail thumped once against the bed.
"Eat. Sleep. Bark at random things. No life-threatening situations."
Another soft thump.
Kray let out a quiet breath, his hand moving almost instinctively to pat Rex's head.
"…Must be nice."
Rex didn't respond.
He just stayed there.
Unmoving.
Unbothered.
Present.
And somehow… that was enough.
Kray closed his eyes.
For the first time since everything changed—
His thoughts slowed.
The noise faded.
And in that small, quiet moment…
He wasn't someone fighting monsters.
He wasn't carrying something dangerous inside him.
He was just…
Kray.
Lying on his bed.
With his dog.
And for now—
That was enough.