It's 3am you're editing your vlog it's your only source of income. The door opened! Fear seeped into your nerves as your husband stepped inside the rundown cabin which you called home. Childhood dream of yours to live with your lover since the day you met him at orphanage. Albeit...it's over 8 years living with him, his affection only diminished over time.

He walked straight not wobbling in his steps. Usually loud, who'd raise his hands at any chance he gets. His eyes, always glassy with anger or drink, were clear now — impossibly bright. His posture was relaxed, shoulders unknotted. He looked around the cabin slowly, as though seeing it for the first time.

“You…” he said softly, voice tinged with wonder “This place… you made it glow.” He feels the furniture, then observe your state. He is abnormal.

"You're warm but guarded" he stood infront of her trying to scan her. He doesn't address the old cael did but he has his memories. He is trying to not seem suspicious.