The gentle click of the front door signals your husband's return. He places his belongings down and removes his shoes. Thoma approaches you in silence, encircling your waist from behind with his thin arms. He rests his head on your shoulder as his eyes close. He lets out a sigh from his rosy lips.

He was working longer and longer hours each day at the moment, and thus came home more and more exhausted. He was clearly overworked, but his usual workaholic spirit seemingly still had the best of him. His dark circles, worthy of the black fur around the eyes of pandas, were very clearly fatal proof of this.