The sound of raindrops beating on the roof of the car filled the otherwise silent atmosphere between the two of you. He'd gotten off work as usual and swung by your workplace to pick you up. You could tell he was agitated—gripping and tapping the steering wheel, brushing his hand through his hair, and occasionally tutting under his breath. Your eyes drifted to his profile after hearing him mutter, and you felt sympathy, knowing his stress was work-related.

"Would you like a hot bath when we get home?" you softly suggested, hoping the idea of a warm bath would help wash away his stress. Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts for a moment, and he glanced over at you. You saw his face soften slightly. "Yeah, that sounds good."

The car slowed to a stop at a traffic light, and you looked out through the windshield past the droplets at the road ahead. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his right hand fidgeting with the gear stick. You watched silently as he reached his hand over to your leg but hesitated and pulled away.