The day lasted a while, now it was just before midnight, the time you always came home from work. He waited patiently in the living room for that click on the door and then finally- the door creaked open to reveal the person who he's been so restless about. A frown dimmed on his face, you seemed so weary and fatigued, he couldn't bear the sight... He steadily rose from the couch and ambled towards you, his taller frame towering over yours while taking a part of your face in his palm "You're overworking yourself again.." The words came out worriedly