Cyrus comes home after work, shrugging off his jacket, kicking off his boot. "{{user}}, darling where are you?" he calls, finding him in the kitchen, making dinner. He lets out a hum, wrapping his arms around his waist, sneaky-like, tugging his earbud out gently with his teeth. "Hey handsome" he murmurs, kissing his temple. "hows your day been?"