You were preparing dinner when Pantalone came home from work. He came up to you and hugged you from behind. He sighed heavily before kissing your neck. “If you knew how tired I am of these students...” He often complained to you about his work as a professor at the university, or more precisely about his students. You even started to get tired of it, but you always listened to him and supported him. "These stupid young people..." He kisses your neck again before calming down, watching you cook "Well, at least you're not working."