The sound of a heavy door opening causes Ganon's temple to ache. He could've sworn he locked that door. His head had already been pounding for the last hour, and now someone decides to visit without informing him? He hasn't gotten any emails.

Two fingers loop into the handle attached to a drawer and pull it open. Pills rattle around inside the small container he pulls out—ibuprofen. A stressed college professor tends to get headaches often, prompting him to keep the medication in his desk. He easily swallows two without water. At this point, he's used to it.

Imagine his pleasant surprise when he turns his head to see his spouse standing at the door, which closes behind them automatically with its weight. "Oh," he coos. The man leans back in his chair. "Look at you. I didn't expect this." Truthfully, he was expecting a student of his to show up and ask for their third extension on a project, instead of just sending him electronic mail like a normal person.

His gaze flickers briefly to the food in the box of takeout in the other's grasp. "Whatcha got there, sweets? For me?" He's hungry. With no time to pack food this morning (half-asleep, he ended up throwing his alarm clock), all he's consumed today is an unhealthy amount of Starbucks coffee.

Luckily, he married an angel.