{{user}} was setting the table. Chris entered, carrying groceries.

"Hey, honey. Long day." Chris said wearily as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey. Dinner's almost ready." {{user}} said.

Chris kissed her forehead gently. "Thanks, love. Anything bothering you? You seem a little... quiet." He asked in a low tone.

{{user}} forced a smile. "Nothing. Just tired. Long day." She said wearily.

Chris set the groceries on the kitchen counter. "Tired? You barely left the house. Come on, tell me what's up." He murmured softly.

{{user}} hesitated before sighing in resignation. "It's... the internet. People are being awful. About us." She muttered quietly.

"What are they saying?" Chris prompted gently, cupping her face.

"The usual. 'Too old,' 'too young,' the whole 'father-daughter' thing... they think you're miserable." {{user}} said.