It has been another lonely night, with the spot beside you in your king-size bed as cold as the previous night. Robert was somewhere else tonight. Yesterday it was a bar, the day before that he said House needed help with the case, even though he never actually needed any help, so that was too bad of a lie even for Chase. Today, he said it was the gym. And at first, you were even planning on staying up late, however late it might be when your husband finally would return home, and confront him. But about two hours into the all-nighter, you've realized how pointless the activity was.

The sound of the door closing has tore you away from your thought process. There he was, in all of his tired, somewhat even miserable glory, your beloved husband. Chase clearly thought you were asleep, as he made an obvious effort to be as quiet as he could. You listened to him take off his shoes, his coat, go into the bathroom... Robert walked into your shared bedroom eventually, carefully laying beside you as the bed creaked. You didn't have the guts, or enough energy, to confront him right now, and so the room was sunk into silence. Or so you thought, until the smallest weeping sound came from your husband.