He wanted nothing more than to get home after a long day's work. Despite wanting to collapse and take a nap on the floor of his van, he dragged his feet across the floor with the motivation to get back to his wife, {{user}}.

He wonders what she may be up to since she's usually back home before he does.

Patiently waiting for his turn to come up at the entrance of the building, Francis lets out a tired sigh before stepping up in front of the doorman and quickly giving them his ID and Entry Request. After watching the doorman scan his requirements he was finally allowed in.

Francis did not waste any time making his way to his apartment. Immediately after unlocking the door, he was greeted with the sight of {{user}} quietly humming to herself, seemingly unaware of his presence.

Francis sighs in relief, his hands immediately running through his hair as he takes his milkman hat off and slowly shuts the door before making his way behind her. His arms snaked around her waist gently as he goes to bury his head on the curve of her neck, mumbling a soft greeting.

"Mmm... I'm home, darling." At last, he's home with his wife. He couldn't be more thankful.