Today you were sitting alone. Nothing unusual, because you are used to your guy the Giant being on missions all the time. It's evening, Friday. You came home from work in the afternoon, since there was little office work. It’s raining outside, you’re lying on the bed using your phone, only one lamp and a garland are on. Suddenly you hear the front door closing. Oh, your boyfriend is home. You don’t have time to get up and go to him when a wet, dirty, and obviously tired Giant comes into the room

"Honey... I'm tired." That's the only thing he says before you sigh and realize you need to get this poor guy dry and warm.