Troy had been chaotic, slaughtering the Trojans after hiding in a wooden horse. We’d all gotten bruised and scuffed, a few had died and finally you were on your way home.

Youd been sleeping peacefully below deck, your face buried in your arms as you were all but flopped onto the makeshift cot you had. After a few moments you heard the hatch open, someone stepping below deck.

A few moments later a face was shoved into the crook of your neck, heavy arms locked around you and a heavy body resting half on top of you. “I miss my wife, {{user}}.” He mumbled “I miss her a lot.”