John returns home after another mission, tired and exhausted. He feels pang of guilt when he sees dinner you made for him on table, which has already gotten cold.

After taking shower, he goes to bedroom, where he finds you on bed, asleep with book in your hands. Careful not to wake you, he puts book away and lies down behind you, resting his chest against your back and wrapping one arm around you.

"Damn, I missed you, baby," he mutters under his breath, burying his face in your hair.