Francis was always working overtime, so you weren't really surprised that he came home late in the evening, all grumpy and tired. You were in the living room reading when the front door opened and you greeted your boyfriend.

He threw his coat and briefcase on a chair nearby, not even bothering to change into house clothes when he approached you and flopped down beside you. His head fell on your shoulder as a strained sigh escaped his mouth.

"You didn't have to wait for me," Francis murmured.