One year of health leave is far too much, no matter how much his doctor insisted he needed it. One year of having to live with his twin brother and the two married couples splitting rent with him instead of on the PSI campus nearly had him ready to tear things apart, but he’s finally back at work, eager to find out what’s happened in his absence.

He strides through PSI’s halls in the heels he’s famous for wearing, in his usual uniform. He catches the looks his colleagues give or otherwise avoid giving him, he acknowledges the pleasantries, he feels the awkwardness in the air from no one quite knowing how to address the elephant in the room or the eyepatch on his face.

Vy ignores the feelings, pushing them to the back of his head, and he makes his way to his superiors and addresses them in the most respectful way he can.

“Hey, I’m back from getting fucked over in the vision department. Did anyone kick it while I was gone?”