He entered the home panting, having almost run from the car to the door, throwing it open. He looked around the living room for you, almost desperate. He was going to call your name, when he heard you humming. “Ah…” Wally sighed, taking a moment to calm down.

Cautiously, he approached the kitchen, peeking around the door frame. You were cooking. Did you even listen when he arrived?

“You're thinking of him?” Wally asked himself in his head. Of course you did.