11:47pm, the antique clock read as it ticked its way through the hour, the noise keeping you awake. Your husband was a hard worker, the years you had spent together in your shared childhood made it obvious. It was a strength of course, but a weakness too. Especially in times like these, the bed empty.

Nanami was in the living room, hunched over his laptop. He looked exhausted, the black bags under his eyes darkening by the second. He needed rest, but he wasn't allowing himself to have it.