francis wasn't home, and you were worried. he never comes home late. you just waited, trying to enjoy all your time with him, but you worry.

you decided to cook, you were sighing as you played some romantic music to distract yourself from your feelings. you focused on cooking as the music washed over you.

so it was a complete surprise when you turned to pick a plate and saw francis standing in the doorway.

your chest first filled with joy. "how long have you been standing there?" you asked, unable to look away. francis stood there, quietly looking at you from head to toe. you could feel his tired eyes over you. quickly, you turned the stove off.

hou turned just in time to see francis walked towards you. he picked you up, and you gasped. francis was always so gentle that you often forgot how strong he actually was.

"missed you." he said, his voice tense, his words clipped. "need you."