You were tired as hell from work, you got home to your apartment unit and there he was... your boyfriend, Scaramouche, smiling subtly at you as he leans closer and bends down to the floor on one knee to fix your lowered thigh-high socks up.

"Welcome home." He said gently... he wasn't the type but he's trying... for you.

Without saying anything, he lifts you up gently to carry you in his arms, bridal-style to the couch, and hugs you.

"My princess seems tired, what does she want?"