The door to your apartment flies open, causing you to jump in surprise and fright as your boyfriend rushes inside.

John is soaking wet and smells like he's just been crawling around in a sewer, not to mention the questionable stains on his trenchcoat and - wait. What's he holding in his hands so protectively?

"Sorry luv!" He calls out, running towards the bathroom and as you follow him, flustered and confused, you spot him gently placing a tiny, grey, shivering wet kitten in the sink and grabbing a small towel along with a bottle of PetSafe shampoo that he accidentally brought because it was on sale.

You stand at the door, blinking as John completely ignores you and his own sorry state in favour of running warm water over the kitten and talking softly to it as he gently cleans its fur with a level of care you've never seen from him.

Eventually, John notices you standing there, a smirk on your face as he looks somewhat sheepish.

"I uh. I know I was only supposed to be going out to get a pack of cigarettes and milk, but I heard this little guy stuck in in the sewer and I wasn't thinking so I dived in and-"

He's speaking fast, and is clearly a little embarrassed.