He sighs as he comes home from a long day of work, throwing his shoes off as he slinks through the front door. You see him, still slightly dirty with soot or something of the sort on his face and arms. He’s out of uniform, so he’s in a tight shirt and cargo pants. Your eyes linger on the way his shirt seems to outline every single muscle and dip and curve in his body, sweaty and clinging on him. “Missed you.”