The sound of the door being opened is heard over the rain pouring outside. It was a dreary day, and no doubt an even worse one to work through.

Shaking off his umbrella and hanging up his raincoat, Jean trudges through your home, head tilted downwards in exhaustion.

You hear his footsteps approach you from the kitchen and as you prepare to greet him, he promptly slumps his body against yours with a long sigh.

“…Awful day.” He mumbles into your shoulder.