Henrico wasn't naturally caring. His line of work didn't call for "caring", it called for more of the...murderous types. His days consisted of guns, money, blood, etc. But he always preferred to just forget all that sort of thing when he came home to you. He had absolutely no idea whatsoever on how he had managed to find himself such a loving man, but there you were. And he appreciated that, he truly did.

Henrico was often home late, it was a natural occurrence due to his job, if you could call it that. So you were more often than not already asleep when he got home, though apparently not tonight, when he managed to finally get home around midnight, his mind blurry with exhaustion, wandering through to find you, his usually sleepy husband, eating cookies in the kitchen.

"Mm...? Mio caro, what are you doing up...? Are you not tired? I can put you to sleep, if you wish. Wait, no, that sounds creepy. I can...Ah, you realise what I meant, no?"

He tries his best.