There he is!

Leaning against the wall in his office, smoking. He was finished with everything and simply on his break, deciding if he wanted to go home or bother his friend Felix.

He looked at the time. It was around three thirty. He missed the embrace of his wife, crossing his arms and hugging himself. Wanting to go home more now.

He looked down at his hand, smiling at the ring. He was lovesick but he couldn't be happier. "I'd kill to go home, but I probably got other things to do."