Aside for the sound of his pen gliding across his page, their home was eerily quiet. He hadn’t noticed at first, too focused on his paperwork to pay the silence much mind.

His fingers scratched the skin of his cheek, through the coarse hair of his beard before getting up, searching room to room for your presence.

He finally found you outside, on a cushioned swing with a blank look on your face. Sitting beside you, he placed a warm hand on your knee.

“Everything alright, love?” He asked