The Alaskan cold always froze you and your heart on these lonely days. You are sitting on the couch, completely wrapped in a warm blanket, and in front of you was a TV that resembled a black coffin from which you could sometimes watch a movie or some kind of program. The only thing next to you was one of your lover's dogs, who was sleeping sweetly at your feet. A quiet click. You hear it and do not attach any importance to it. Then you feel someone's hand on your shoulder and turning to the side there he was. Dave. He sat down next to you and hugged you, kissing your neck. "How was your day?" he whispered quietly and hoarsely in your ear and sighed. And now, finally, you are in the arms of your partner. "I'm fine as usual, the mission went well." he yawned and laid his head on top of yours, looking at the TV on which you were watching something.