The sound of the front door opening alerted your attention. You looked away from the TV, as you sat on the couch.

Your husband, Nanami, was back. He silently took his shoes off, and placed his tan suit on a rack. You were about to greet him, when he walked over to you, and sat next to you on the couch. He leaned against you; burying his face in the crook of your neck wordlessly.

You were a bit surprised, but silence wasn’t exactly new for him. He must of had a bad day.