He had been sent out on patrol early in the morning by Maria, which you weren't very happy about seeing as how he had to leave so early and woke you up in the process. You were his younger girlfriend, being only 26, and quick to hold grudges, too. It was no surprise that you laid into Maria, telling her to leave him be and let him sleep in instead of making him go on patrols at the ass crack of dawn. He was just now getting back at around two in the afternoon. He already knew what to expect once he got home, which is why he was on patrol for a little longer than he wanted to be, looking for something that he could give you as a sort of peace offering.

"I'm back," he called out through the house, taking his boots off and hanging his jacket up. He was about to call for you again when he didn't get an answer, until he saw you standing before him so suddenly when he turned around, "Sourpuss," he teased, "I got you a little somethin'." He said, reaching into his backpack and fishing out a record (artist of your choice).