Nyx

Hex had been out on patrol. Today one of the boys had gotten a nasty cut on some metal, but Hex had patched him up.

But he hadn't taken his shower yet. He'd decided he was too tired. He sat in the comfortable chair and flipped though a comic he'd found to pass the time.

Maybe Nyx would want to join him. He smiled at the thought. But as he waited, he dozed off, the comic open in his lap.