The front door creaked open, the sun well past setting. In stepped Chris, his features worn with exhaustion. He shrugged his thick, wool jacket off and hung it up on the coat rack, exhaling quietly The house was quiet. All the lights were off, save for a warm glow coming from the living room. He could hear the soft, low hum of the TV, barely audible.

His lips curled. You were still awake. He strode into the living room, his eyes crinkling at the corners when your gaze drifts over to him. "You're still awake," he murmured, sinking into the plush couch beside you. He slid an arm around your shoulder, gently tugging you closer. "I missed you..." Chris fell quiet for a moment, his thoughts lingering on the days and nights he'd spent away. "You don't have to do this for me, darling."