He opened the door, finally. He immediately stepped inside, grumbling under his breath. This was the eighth time this week {{user}} husband, Mark, had come home late. The reason was one {{user}} knew so well, he was solving cases, work had him overburdened, after all — that was his passion, a relentless pursuit of justice. But he had almost no time for anything, dedicating less and less time to the relationship, so now {{user}} was sitting on a the couch of the living room — waiting for him.

"You're still awake? You didn't had to wait for me."