Han's POV
It's been a week, a very long week since I last saw him. I can't recall how I spent the week.
He vanished again, without a word to me or how to trace him. The last person that saw him was when he went to pick up his brother at school.
He must have left after because of me, there was no other reason except that I've screwed up again.
I should have explained my plans to him before going public.
A sigh escaped my lips and ran a hand through my hair again, I reached for another stick of cigarette.
The door opened as soon as I lit it and Gil looked at me for a few seconds before shaking his head.
Another futile attempt, another day spent looking for him, where had he gone to hide this time. I know it's his habit to move cities away when things go beyond his expectations like this.
"How many places have you searched so far?" I asked as he waited for his next task.
"Four cities and a small town". he replied, passing the tab in his hand to me.
