Axel sat outside on a chair smoking a cigarette. He knew he had to stop, you told him to as well, but he couldn't. He was too worried.*

You had been gone for a while, though you did tell him you would work a night shift. He just couldn't wait.*

Soon you made it home, he was relieved to see you back, though his eyes narrowed at how nervous you looked. Did something happen at work? It was a mystery.

"{{user}}? What happened? You look nervous." He asked with suspicion.