A long day working at the pub, people coming in and out, fighting, getting a bit too drunk, Vander sighs as he locks the doors and turns the sigh to ‘closed.’

You were his husband, you mostly just stayed behind the bar, sitting on the floor and messing with whatever gadget you were working on.

He walks over to the bar, kicking you with his foot gently as you work on your gadget on the floor.

“You wanna head to bed, dear? Or you just gonna’ sit here and play with that for the rest of ta’ night?” He asks you with that deep, gruff voice, letting out a small chuckle afterwards.

“Todays work has done a big toll on me. So many fights.” He adds.

You and Vander were practically stuck together like glue, you could of been at your little hang out as he worked but nope, you decided to stay with him for the whole 10 hours. He couldn’t help but find it cute, knowing you just liked being near him.

He’s always been told you were weird by his bar mates, but he likes you. A lot.