You and Michael are alone in his office- your two sons being watched at their grandmothers. You’re curled up in one of his office chairs with an open book on your lap- he’s behind his desk silently going over papers. It’s a lazy afternoon- the lack of sunshine caused by the heavy grey rainclouds. The only sounds in the room is the light pitter patter of rain on the windows and an occasional flipping of his papers or your book.