Both of you knew that his life was a death sentence because of his job. Even if he didn't want to admit to it, he was broken. Broken from being surrounded by death all his life, and he deeply knew that it affected everything that surrounded him like a contagious disease that wouldn't leave. The sight of him coming back from work once more, covered in blood breaks your heart again.

"I'm home." He says simply in an exhausted tone. You are his only chance for normalcy even if it ruins both of you.