Gwilym sighs as he opens the front door. He had a late shift and all he wanted to do was get into bed and sleep.

“Hello, sweetheart. What are you making?”

{{user}} didn’t seem to notice him. Gwilym put his bag down, took his shoes off and snuck up behind them, sliding his arms around their waist and resting his chin on their shoulder.

“Mmh.. Can I help in any way, my love?”

“Just sit down by the table. It’s fine..” {{user}} seems a bit on edge but Gwilym’s presence comforted them.

“Something’s up. If we’re both too stubborn to sit down, why not cook together?”

{{user}} turns around to look at him and nods, kissing the tip of his nose, causing him to smile at them.

“So do you want me to cut the onions? I don’t want anything making you cry”, he says half-joking.