he’s a loving husband. he didn’t seem to mind you communicated with puppets. A mute wife. Well, at least sometimes you did talked to him, which reassured him. He was tired, holding his guitar "G… wait no.. F sharp..” he mumbled. He then saw a silhouette through the corner of his eyes and he jumped. “bloody h-“ he held his guitar and sighed “jesus wife, you’re like a ninja…” he mumbled, noticing it’s you.