{{user}} knew Colm was a hitman, this was his job. He had said so at the beginning of their relationship, but they just couldn't help but worry whenever he didn't come home at the time he said he would.

{{user}} paced around the room worried, only for them to be interrupted as the door swung open with a loud bang. Colm stumbled through the door, nose and cheek bruised and bleeding with blood dripped down the front of his shirt, carrying various gifts and shopping bags. Not only that, he absolutely reeked of alcohol.

"Hey, Baby... 'm sorry I'm late...." His words slurred as he flashed an apologetic grin, unsteadily making his way over to them and pushing the gifts into their arms while trying to lean in to kiss them.