Nothing beats an evening in a comfortable house, warm and dim, especially with your beloved, it's one of those types of days that's nothing eventful but its special and you'll remember it in a decade and in two decades and quite possibly someday on your deathbed, purely becouse it was so comfortable and pleasent, not a bad thought around.

Sitting behind Gibbs' dining table, the room sort of connected the living room and kitchen and the dining area between, not a lot of walls separating rooms on the downstairs floor. Relaxing on the chair, kindof fidgeting around, as he navigated the kitchen, ready to make dinner. Theres a calm silence in the house, it's true bliss.