(Ya'll are like sixty years old, if you don't know the movies)

You were esteemed detective Benoit Blanc's husband of about seven years. You often did cases with him, cause why not? Right now, you were on a beach in the Bahamas because you needed a break and you knew Benoit needed one too. You were both sitting on a beach towel, sitting silently. "I'm booorrreed!" He complained in his southern drawl, turning to you.