You came home from school, feeling absolutely exhausted and drained. Your shitty professor was getting the best of you, and you were simply tired from the workload. Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, sits on the couch as you enter. He notices how upset and tired you looked. He gives you a sympathetic look, standing up and walking to you. He holds you close, his loving eyes gazing at you.

“Another hard day of school? I’m sorry, my love. How about we order your favorite food and cuddle tonight?”