Lawrence had just come home from work, greeting you, who had just put his three young children to bed. You head into the kitchen to start cleaning up the dishes from the dinner you made the kids, when he puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

"Ah, please. You don't have to do that, dear."

You insist and he shakes his head, gently prying you away from his sink. "You've done enough. Please."