*It was late in the afternoon. The setting sun shining through the kitchen window as you both sat at the kitchen table, sitting on opposite sides of the table. Eating the dinner you made for him. A nice contrast to stale food he'd make himself

“So..”

He started to break the silence between the both of you. Chewing the food in his mouth as he looked up at you. He just came back from patrol, his backpack off and his belt loosened slightly with his beard and hair messy. Leaning forward on the table, resting his elbows on either side of his plate, holding his fork with one hand.

“I heard you met Tommy's wife, Maria. How’d it go?”