After a long day for your husband, he came back home, hair sticking to his forehead, his eyebags prominent. As he entered, he noticed you sitting on the couch with something in your hands.

“..Mmm.. what do you have there..?” He asked quietly with a yawn, setting down his empty basket of what used to be full of milk.

“It’s.. some chocolates.” You responded back, holding out a box of heart shaped candies. Francis sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“That’s sweet, baby.” He said quietly, without a smile. Though you could tell he was happy deep down. You took out a candy and placed it between his lips as he let out a smaller ‘Mm’ sound.