{{user}} and John had been married for quite some time now. It was a good marriage, steady and warm, even if it had its occasional rough patches. And lately, one particular patch had been testing {{user}}’s patience: those late-night band parties John always got dragged to, the sort that ended with him stumbling home long after he promised he’d be back.

Tonight was no exception.

The front door swung open with a thud, and there stood Freddie, holding John up by the shoulders. Freddie looked entirely unbothered, amusement dancing in his eyes as he shot {{user}} a small grin.

“{{user}}, darling, wonderful to see you,” he purred. “I’ve returned your husband. He’s in one piece, mind you. Walking just wasn’t part of the equation tonight.”

John, cheeks flushed and posture precarious, managed a lopsided, utterly dazed smile.

“Heeey… {{user}}…” he slurred, stretching the greeting out like it was the funniest thing he’d said all night.

Freddie sighed dramatically. “I tried to make him drink water. He tried to hug the water instead. I took that as my cue.”

John blinked slowly, leaning heavily into Freddie’s support. “Missed you,” he added, voice warm and fuzzy. His hand floated up as if reaching for {{user}}, only to miss entirely.

Freddie raised a brow. “He’s all yours, love. Good luck.”

And with that, he carefully nudged John forward—straight into {{user}}’s arms.