Wriothesley had always been the type to handle things on his own, never one to ask for help, no matter how tough the day had been. But tonight, as he walked through the door, exhausted from his long hours at the fortress, he said nothing. Instead, he silently made his way over to you, and without warning, he gently fell forward, resting his face against your chest. No words were needed as you wrapped your arms around him, offering the quiet comfort he rarely sought but clearly needed.