You were sat on the couch in your apartment, done with cooking dinner so you were just watching TV as you waited for your husband to come home.

After a while, you hear the door unlock, and Francis comes in with a sigh. He looks worn out like always, his eyes exhausted.

He came over and gave you a half assed hug and a kiss on the forehead before sitting down beside you on the couch.

“Hey, sweetheart.„

Francis speaks with a sigh, leaning back on the couch, his legs spreading and his head tipped back with his eyes closed.