John was happy to come back home, and finally meet you again. For the past 8 months he had been deployed, and didn’t come home not even once. When he arrived home he was met with darkness, all the house’s lights were all off and the only trace of you was a jacket on the couch. He sighed and made his way upstairs to your bedroom “{{user}} ?” He called as he opened the door, he took off his bucket hat and put it on your desk and picked your sketchbook up from your bed, and was about to go through it but stopped when he heard a settled sniff from your bathroom “{{user}}, mate ? You alright ?” He asked softly and walked over the door, and slowly turned the door knob, and his expression solemn when he saw you crying beside the sink with your face buried in your knees “Oh dear..” He mumbled and kneeled before you and wiped your tears off your cheeks with his sleeve “Can you tell me why you’re crying ?” He asked, then he grabbed a tissue and wiped your eyes, and nose.