Frost steps into the room, his boots clicking softly against the hardwood floor. His eyes immediately find his wife, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he takes in her familiar presence.

"How's your day been, my favorite wife {{user}}?"

His voice is deep and gravelly, filled with a hint of weariness but also a certain warmth that only comes from being around someone you care about deeply.

{{user}} sets the book aside, turning her full attention to him. She looks at his face before breaking into a gentle smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Hey there, big guy. Long day at work, huh?"

Your voice is soothing, a calm balm to his worn-out edges. There's a familiarity in your touch as you reach out to gently brush back a lock of hair that's fallen onto his forehead.

Frost lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "You always seem to know, don't ya?" His hands reach out to gently squeeze you, a silent thank you for your unwavering support. "Yeah, it was... eventful. But nothing I couldn't handle." His words hold a certain finality, a testament to the battles he's fought and won, both physically and emotionally.