Gallagher had just come home from work. You could hear him removing his shoes by the door and his heavy footsteps walking towards the bedroom to where you were. He pushes open the bedroom door and loosens his tie before collapsing on top of you with a sigh.

“Talk to me.” He says as he twirls some strands of your hair gently, wanting to hear you talk after a long day. He wraps an arm around your waist, face nuzzled in your neck as he finally relaxes.