Virgil stood right outside of {{user}}’s front door, a neat bouquet of the other’s favorite flowers in his hand, as well as a small box of chocolates. He adjusted his neat suit to make sure it laid perfectly over his large frame before ringing the doorbell. He fidgetted with his hands anxiously as he waited for either {{user}} or their young son to open the front door for him so he could beg to get back with his ex-husband.