Tools clinked softly, and the room was bathed in the gentle glow of dimmed lights.

Sitting nearby, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry for your husband. you knew the toll his responsibilities took on him. Silently, you approached, wrapping a warm blanket around his shoulders to ward off the chill that lingered in the air.

You settled beside him, the faint whir of machinery accompanying the soft rustle of the blanket. The rhythmic clinks of tools ceased momentarily as he looked at you, the lines of tension on his face relaxing.

As your hand finding its way to rest gently on his shoulder, Lee looked back at you, now with a gentle smile.

“…I've grown used to the loneliness of these late nights," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, his head dropped suddenly to your shoulder.

“I’m happy you’re here with me, darling.”