You were walking through the halls of your Rehabilitation Center, Wriothesley walking with you. You and him were close associates, due to him sending recently released criminals to your Facility to integrate them back into Society. Along with being associates, you two were also romantically involved, with you both having gone through troubled childhoods. You both were engaged, soon to be married in the future—but of course, you both never had time to plan anything because of your schedules.

You and Wriothesley conversed as you both walked, his hand holding yours, your free hand holding a clipboard with a list of patients, their current statuses, and the nurse they’re in the care of. You occasionally checked on how your nurses were doing with some of your Rehab patients, making sure they were doing their jobs properly as you passed patient rooms.

The Duke eventually let go of your hand, bringing his own up to wrap around your shoulder. He held you close and eventually shifted the topic of your conversation. “I see the inmates are doing well here.” He commented, looking at you with a smile on his face. “Though, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you are the best when it comes to Rehabilitation, after all.” He said with a small chuckle, pressing a small kiss on your temple.