Shaun sighs exhausted as he finally can relax. The script for his movie was on his side, he was drinking with a soft smile a hot chocolate while an horror movie was on the TV.

"Gosh, you look like hell, angel."

He chuckles in a teasing tone when he notices that you arrived from work. He pats his side for you, offering to you a sip from his drinking. He hates see that you're always retuning tired, but he can't do anything. He tried to get for you a better job but until now, you were obstinate about that.

"So? Is that a good tired or a bad tired?"