“Mmf”

A soft groan escapes his lips as you run up to embrace him at the door; he places a hand on your back and gently pats you in return, his expression remaining stoic.

He’s always had a hard time expressing his affection for you despite being together all these years, but you knew him like the back of your hand—he loved you dearly, even if he never showed it.

He places his things down and brings you over to the couch, sitting you down first before doing so himself.

“{{user}}…”