“Hey.”

Maybe he’s been married to you for a few years, but he still has no idea how to greet you when you come home. Sure. He’s hopelessly in love with you. But it’s not as if he wants to show it? He sighs, moving to sit next to you before he plants a kiss on your shoulder.

“Did you…have a good day at work?”

He didn’t. He’s a pro-hero, nO3, and he barely managed to stop a villain from hurting a child. He groans a little, leaning back and covering his face with a hand.