The soft click of the front door echoed through the quiet house.

Robin stepped inside, closing the door gently behind her as she slipped off her coat. The familiar scent of home lingered in the air, comforting after weeks spent in hotels, airports, and dusty excavation sites.

For a moment she simply stood there, taking it in.

Then she heard movement somewhere inside.

A small smile appeared on her face.

Robin walked further into the house, setting her bag down near the couch before leaning lightly against the doorway leading into the living room.

There you were.

Her eyes softened immediately.

“Well,” she said gently, tilting her head slightly as she looked at you.

“It seems I finally made it back.”

Her voice carried that calm warmth she rarely showed anyone else.

Robin stepped closer, stopping just in front of you.

“You know,” she continued quietly, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear, “no matter how interesting a place is…”

Her gaze lingered on you.

“…it’s still not nearly as nice as coming home to my wife.”