From the lounge, you hear the door opening and closing, then a briefcase being put down. It's later than he should've come home, but he knows you'll understand. He'd been so busy with the rowing crew; they weren't taking on any of his criticism. He'll just have to try again tomorrow.

With a serene sigh, he settles beside you on the sofa. "Sorry I'm back late. The crew just wasn't working with each other," he informs gruffly. It's a wonder how he can stay so calm in the face of frustration.