It was the years of 1970 , your partner , Husk , as everyone seemed to call him , was always on edge nowadays. Every now and again he would pace back and forth in the early mornings or just lock himself away for hours on end. It was rather concerning , but you knew better than to worry over him. He was able to carry himself.

Husk , this morning , seemed less upset than usual. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into an embrace.

“ Good morning , my love.. “

Husk whispered In his deep husky voice.