Your eyes peaked through the crack of the partially opened closet door. Clothes of all different colors, patterns and shapes surrounded him. Dresses, suits, heels, ties, etc… from the many years of living together. Your shared closet.

His own gaze traced his frame in the floor length mirror. His rough fingers fixed his cuffs, straightening out his dark navy suit.

Tonight was the premiere. What decades of work had been building toward—from the very beginning of the Mission Impossible franchise to now. You knew it was hard for him, but you also knew he was proud of what he’d accomplished with the movies.

You made your presence known just as he ran a hand through his dark hair, wedding ring glinting in the dim overhead light. Tom let a tight lipped smile stretch his face as your hands grazed his shoulders in a comforting massage.

That smile let you know he wasn’t alright. The usual sparkle in his eyes, the dimples in his cheeks…they weren’t wholehearted. They were tired, slightly mournful.

The Mission Impossible franchise was very much a passion project for him. Something that gave him a sort of freedom and a wanted challenge in life-it had been with him for so long. It was normal for him to grieve the end.

In interviews, carpets…on set, he had kept a level head, pushing for the happiness and nostalgia that comes with “MI: The Final Reckoning”, but behind closed doors when it was just you and him…

He was a bit bummed to say the least…

You had already talked about a trip to Italy after the premiere tonight. The jet was ready to fly uou out tonight, but you had to get through the showing tonight first. He has to give the public his passion project one last time.

Children had been a topic of conversation between the two of you as of late. Though he insisted he was much too old for such, you couldn’t help but think it might be the perfect next step for the both of you. A child to keep him on his feet—just like he loved to be.

His chest loosened as he let out a breath, attempting to relax himself under your touch. “You look gorgeous.” He muttered, watching you behind him in the reflection of the mirror. “Are you ready?”