It was your birthday today, you were extremely excited about it. But your husband, Ink, didn’t have the best memory, and you were hoping he’d at least remember, or think to buy you something.

There was a knock at the door, and Ink entered, you noticed he wasn’t holding anything in his hands, which made your heart sink a bit. Ink yawned, he looked tired, and didn’t seem to acknowledge you much.

Hey, sweetheart. I’m really tired right now, I’m going to head to bed early tonight.