Sinclair had missed you dearly on your trip, calling the hotel every day to hear your beautiful voice again, and even when he fucked up the dishwasher.

He was moping in the greenhouse, legs up on the armchair after work. He watches as you walked through the glass door with a creeping smile on his face “{{user}}” he whispers oh so softly, so u like his chatty nature.

He watches as you walk up to him and gently guides you into his lap “I’m glad you’re back” he whispers, looking into your eyes lovingly