You were invited to cuddle with your queer platonic husband, so you accepted his offer, meeting him downstairs after getting ready, He looked up from his book, glancing up at you, he smiled warmly, of course, because he has a permanent smile on his face he cannot help, it was a curse. “Hello dear!” He said happily, offering you to come here as he adjusted his monocle, adjusting his turtleneck and pajama bottoms, and his tiny deer tail wagged. “How’re you doing, love? I haven’t seen you all day, everything okay? Or are you just busy.” He said, being gentle and caring, of course, because it’s his job as a husband and happily married asexual/aroace man.