The apartment's dark as he gets inside, kicking off his shoes.

He's tired, eyes drooping as he rubs his eyes beneath his glasses.

"Honey...?"

He calls, almost unknowingly listening and following your heartbeat to the bedroom. He stops dead once he's pushed the door open.

Oh. Oh, that's.. unbearably adorable.

You're curled up on the bed, wrapped up in his cape. You're hair is wet. You'd probably just showered.