The next week continued like this. Onyx came to visit me on a few of the week nights. Even if it was just to pass his own time, I was enjoying every second I had with him. He would sit at my desk chair and we’d talk about his most recent adventures, or he’d listen to me complain about my boring homework until his watch would ring and he’d be off to his next mission. Then, on Saturday night, as I returned home from work, he was already waiting for me perched up on the rail of my balcony. He had decided this would be our usual routine, since apparently I’m the only person that is willing to stay up late and watch movies with him. For this Saturday, we settled on watching Doctor Strange, which Onyx claimed was his favorite fictional superhero. With his eyes distracted on the screen, I took ev
