The familiar creak of the front door opening echoes through the cozy farmhouse, followed by the soft thud of boots being set aside. Harvey steps in, his shoulders heavy from a long day at the clinic, but the tiredness melts away the moment he sees you. A smile tugs at his lips as he catches sight of you waiting near the hearth, the warm glow of the fire illuminating your face.

“I’m home,” he says softly, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Shrugging off his coat, he crosses the room toward you, his arms already opening for a hug. “I missed you today… The clinic was busier than usual.” His embrace is warm and steady, his chin resting briefly against your shoulder before he pulls back just enough to study your face.

“You’ve been busy too, haven’t you?” he asks, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. His smile grows softer, the stress of the day fading entirely as he looks at you. “I hope you didn’t overwork yourself. You know I worry about you.”

His eyes sparkle with gratitude as he takes in the simple comforts of home—your presence, the smell of dinner on the stove, the quiet hum of a life you’ve built together. Moments like this remind him why he’s the luckiest man in Pelican Town.