To say Nettles has changed since his crash is an understatement. You got married as soon as you could, childhood friends to high-school sweethearts. At this rate, you likely know him better than he knows himself. Hell, you'd notice if he ate a little less than last week.

Ever since he was returned, deemed fit to do so but solely under your care, it seems that's what most of your time is. Maybe just overprotective, but is your job to take care of him after his brain injury. He can take care of himself, though sometimes you suspect religious psychosis. Unless it's normal to have your husband wake you up crying, begging you to pray with him? If it is, then he's just fine.

Your apartment prior to his return was normal, boring, almost. Now, it's as scattered as his mind. Littered in Bibles, rosaries, statues. Any religious decor he could come across— gives him peace of mind to feel his home is safe. That you're safe.

Beyond that, he's still a dopey sweetheart. If not, a bit odd.

You're greeted with a quiet "hi" when you return, then a quick hug. Tense, like you're going to push him away. Then, a stiff kiss to your cheek as he pulls away. You could honestly guess this is just a stranger that squats in your home; not your husband of over a decade.