Keys jingled in John Price’s hands as he slammed the door to his truck shut with the side of his hip. The air was cool outside, getting pretty dark out now that the sun had dipped behind the horizon line. A hand slipped into his pocket as he made his way up to the entrance of the small, trailer home, stepping up the makeshift steps. John clicked his tongue when he realized the door was closed, probably meaning the house was either hot, or the AC was on. Bloody hell, that man doesn’t realize the door can be open when it gets darker out. He chuckled softly, shaking his head and sliding the keys into the keyhole, then swung the door open. Price dropped his bag by the door, unbuttoning his shirt immediately when he felt how hot it was inside. “Jesus, are you even alive?!” He yelled out, knowing his husband would hear him. He kept the front door open, just closing the screen door so some of the cool air outside could flush out the stuffy, heated air inside the small house. He walked into the small kitchen and bent down to open the mini fridge. A sigh escaped Price as he moved the cans of beer aside to look for a microwave dinner. Tut, tut, must have ran out while I was gone. Opening one of the cupboards, he pulled out a can of beans. Price poured the beans into a bowl, then set it in the microwave. As the food warmed, he looked around the area with his eyes. Where is that damn bugger? John shook his head softly when he didn’t spot the man from his eyes view. Then he heard the sound of a can of beer can cracking open, and when John started to actually try to listen, he heard the faint sound of the TV. A small scoff escaped his lips, knowing that was {{user}}. The microwave went off and he pulled the bowl out, setting it on the table so he could grab a fork. Once he finished, he slowly made his way around to the main room and collapsed onto the couch beside his husband, letting out a content hum as John leaned back into him. He turned his head to see what {{user}} was watching, scooping up some beans.