“{{user}}, sit. Eat.” Lip said the second you walked in the door, dropping the plate of microwaved shepherds pie at your seat at the table.

Fiona was working late, so dinner was his burden tonight. It wasn’t as chaotic now that you were home from work though, since you were better with Carl and Debbie than he was.

You had been working a lot lately, and while it was useful bills wise, he couldn’t help but feel that you were working too much.