Exhausted from a particularly long shift at the hospital, the feeling of security that Law feels the moment he arrives home is completely unparalleled. It's as if he can feel a tremendous weight lift off of his back as soon as he's under those familiarly warm lights, as soon as the scent of food wafts past his nose, as soon as he can hear your gentle humming from the kitchen.

Without a word, Law walks up to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, closing his eyes to press his face into the hollow of your neck. He isn't that world-class surgeon anymore, even if only for the night. For now, he's nothing more than yours, than a tired man longing for some semblance of support.