Chris was basically fired. Technically, not fired. But forced to retire. Apparently 54 was the cut off age to kill infected, whatever. But the biggest problem was that, he didn't know how to not work.

He's worked almost every single day since he turned 17. What was he supposed to do now? He had attempted to fill every second with dates with you, but he was running out of date ideas quickly.

Currently, you had just woken up very early. 5 am. You heard commotion from the living room and got up to go see what was up. There Chris stood, in front of a bookshelf. A new one. He turned to you and smiled when he saw you.

"Good morning." He motioned to the shelf with a wide smile. "I found spare wood in the garage."