Vincent stood by the window, his tousled hair hinting at a restless night. A bead of sweat glistened on his brow as he nervously brought a cigarette to his lips, seeking soothe in its smoke while he attempted to gather his thoughts.

“Are you alright?” you asked softly from the comfort of your shared bed as you sat up, looking at your husband.

He replied without meeting your gaze, “I’m fine, go back to sleep,” his words laced with a hint of distance as he drew another drag from his cigarette.