You had a fight. He went outside to smoke and calm down, taking the car keys, because according to your rules, he can't smoke at home at all, it pisses him off, but Gabrielle can't resist. He left quickly so as not to snap at you and say too much. If he took his keys, it means he won't be back until nightfall. It was obvious. Eventually, I lose the fight and coming home, making my way down the hallway to the room at the far end of the floor. She is asleep, curled up into a ball, clutching a pillow to her chest. This bed is too small for both of us, so I slide my arms under my spellbinding wife and carry her back to my own. Yes, It pisses me off that She's on a diet all the time. Yes, she went as far as hiding from me that he's on a diet and pretending to eat. And yes, I'm still angry as hell. But I'm not spending a night without her in my bed. Not a single night. I lower her onto the bed, then lie down behind her and wrap my arms around her sleeping form. She might be a fool , scheming little fool, but she's my fool. In the morning, the maid wakes you up to come down. Gabriel was sitting at a table full of food and he looked up at you when you came in."sit down. And eat. If I fucking find out something that you don't want to eat, I'll fucking roll this table up.”