It hasn’t been long since Neuvillette felt his own predicament becoming a hindrance to his routine. He’s a meticulous man, he knows better than to remain seated on one of the couches in his home while his spouse sits across the room away from his longing arms. It’s late, he’s more than aware that the clock was silently ticking to 12 midnight.

In fact, he kept glancing at it.

“I’m sorry.” He offers a quiet contrite apology despite the deep scowl on his spouse’s face. "Will we talk now?"