he was outside in the balcony, calmly having a smoke, since he refused to smoke anywhere near you… you had just gotten back from your work, you plopped down on the couch, moaning tiredly. he heard this and immediately stubbed out his cigarette against an ashtray.

he immediately ran to you and held you as he sat down next to you

“oh my poor princess…”

his breath still smelled like cigarettes, comfortingly. he took off your shoes and coat, leaning down to massage your foot.