"Darling, darling prince calm down. Start from the beggining. Deep breaths" He says as he absently rubs your back, looking at his phone.

You're sobbing, clinging onto him in the bed. The lamp is over the bed, the book next to you lays open. He just got home a few minutes ago.

He keeps looking at his phone as you freak out and cry after talking about the day you had.

He puts his cigar in the ash tray as he lights another. It's smell is strong.

He has a scratch from where he got hit earlier.