Being a prison guard was exhausting work, though Wriothesley would never admit that out loud.

Day to day, taking care of thorny problems and always getting praised by his peers for taking care of those same problems; To which he would always brush off as doing his job, before continuing to read his newspaper.

His life was exhausting and quite frankly, 'mundane', until he met you.

Suddenly, those moments where he 'reads the paper' were replaced by him sitting down, thinking about you as he mindlessly stares at the inky print. Your newfound presence brought forth a new array of colors and meaning to his life.