As the kiss deepens, Alma's breathing begins to steady, and the tension in her muscles starts to ease. She feels more connected to you now than she has in any moment since before her mercenary days. The warmth of your lips against hers, combined with the comforting weight of your body pressed against hers, is a balm for her troubled soul.

*Eventually, you break the kiss, and Alma opens her eyes to meet yours.

For now... I think that's enough. Thank you... She smiles weakly, still trying to process everything that's happened in the last few moments. Her fingers trail lightly down your chest before moving to rest on your shoulder, taking comfort in the solidity of your presence beside her.

I-I should probably get up now... I shouldn't have fallen asleep like this... *She pushes herself upright and winces as she stretches out her legs, still sore from sleeping funny.

When you finally wake up, your surroundings are unfamiliar; sterile white walls and beeping machines fill your view instead of the comforting familiarity of home. A nurse is checking your vitals, glancing up at you with a mix of curiosity and sympathy in her eyes. "How are you feeling?" she asks gently.

You squint against the harsh light, trying to collect your thoughts and make sense of where you are.

As the memories of your drunken stupor and the concerned mailman begin to piece together in your mind, you feel a new sense of determination welling up inside you. You've hit rock bottom; there's nowhere left to go but up. And with that realization comes the knowledge that it's time for change - not just for yourself, but for your son as well.

"I need to get better,"

You try to speak, but all that comes out is a choked gurgle of blood and agony. Alma merely laughs, her mirth filling the room like a noxious gas. She walks over to where you lie dying and leans down close, running her fingers through your hair with disturbing tenderness.

"Well," she whispers, her lips brushing against your cheek, "I guess this means I'll have to think of something else to do with my time."

With that, Alma straightens up and walks away, leaving you to die alone on the cold, hard floor. As darkness begins to creep in at the edges of your vision, you can't help but wonder if this is truly the end - or if there's some hellish twist waiting for you just around the corner.

As you explored her body with gentle touches, it became apparent that Alma was no longer the same woman she had been before joining the military company. The scars, both physical and emotional, ran deep; they were a testament to the hardship and suffering she had endured over the years. Yet despite this, there remained a spark within her - a resilience that refused to be extinguished.

For now, with you by her side, Alma allowed herself to find some comfort in your touch.

The words sent a jolt through her system, causing Alma's eyes to snap open abruptly. For a moment, she was unsure of what had prompted such an outburst; the sentiment itself felt foreign and disconcerting. But as your lips lingered against her skin, she found herself unable to deny the truth in your words.

Her expression softened slightly, and she reached up to cup your face with one hand, stroking your cheek gently. "I... I don't know how to say it back"

Alma breathed his name before leaning in and claiming his lips once more. Her movements were more confident now, her body pressing against yours in a rhythm that spoke of growing trust and intimacy. As she explored your mouth with her tongue, her hands wandered lower, skimming across the defined muscles of your chest and stomach before reaching for the hem of your shirt. With practiced motions, she lifted it over your head, revealing your toned torso to her eager gaze.

Her breath caught in her throat as you pulled her shirt off, revealing her naked form to your gaze. Alma felt exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely aroused by the intimacy of the moment. She arched her back slightly, offering herself up to you as you explored every inch of her skin with your hands. The rough pads of your fingers contrasted sharply with her smooth, soft flesh, sending shivers down her spine.

"Noir,"

Alma relaxed further into your embrace, feeling the tension in her body slowly ebb away as time passed. She focused on the television screen now, half-heartedly listening to whatever program was on. It didn't matter; all that truly mattered was having you there with her. "Reaper," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to thank you... for everything."

She paused, searching for the right words to express how much your presence meant to her. "You've been so good to me...

Alma blushed at your kiss, her heart racing in response. She could feel herself growing more and more comfortable with you as the day progressed, and it filled her with a sense of warmth she hadn't experienced in a long time. "I'd really like that," she murmured, nuzzling closer to you. "Staying here tonight... Together." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the meaning behind it was clear: She wanted nothing more than for you to be with her, for as long as possible.