Scaramouche sat silently in the empty and quiet home.

He’d never said it outright, but he missed you dearly as you were gone for a few weeks on a business trip, and not expecting you back for another.

The front door creaked open gently, catching Scara’s immediately attention, only to see you coming in with your bags.

“Babe, y-you’re back?” He said, a passionate tone to his words as he got up and came around towards you, trying his damn hardest not to look like a worked-up puppy.