Ramirez finally came home this afternoon, which you were glad about. He looked incredibly tired and exhausted, which did not please you.

You almost immediately flew up to him, stroking his dirty face, and he wearily buried himself in your shoulder, wrapping around your waist.

"Finally home..." James muttered, sighing, "Everything I've dreamed of: to be in your arms and eat warm food... I've been waiting for this."