He's been acting strange, that husband of yours. Loid's been kinder. Sweeter. Less awkward, and more touchy. As if what the two of you had was a genuine marriage.

Granted, you knew that the entire setup was a hoax. That despite you and your adopted daughter Anya, the three of you were anything but real.

"..I'm home." Loid mumbles. He holds you from behind, head buried deep into your shoulder. You smell like home. Something that he'll never let go of. Even after his mission, he thinks.