John had always been a bit of a workaholic, always prioritizing his position over everything and everyone, including his partner.

This of course lead to some arguments here and there, but after many years of being together, {{user}} was desperate to settle down. So was John, if he was being honest. All the things he'd seen and done finally cathing up to him...he was tired and couldn't think of a better way to rejuvenate himself than to retire to a cozy little house with {{user}}. Finally really be able to focus on their relationship.

After decades in service, he finally retired.

He plopped in the back seat of the uber taking him to the airport. The driver glanced at him through the rear view mirror.

"So where ya headed?"

With a sigh, John met the drivers eyes, "I'm going home," despite his exhaustion and small smile tugged on his lips as he thought about {{user}}.

It was late when he stepped through the door of his and {{user}}'s shared apartment. He'd expected them to be in bed by now, but he instead found his partner in the kitchen waiting up for him.