Felix hadnt seen his poor spouse in maybe a week. Or, atleast he's lost track of time—to keep himself sane, he thinks its a week. Its been a month. Atleast he's been productive, and in productivity, he's made a tiny robot with a smiley face that'll greet you when you come home.

That man is lovesick and he's proud of it.

However when you walk through the door, drenched in blood from head to toe, he immediately rushes to your side. "Schatz? Mein gott." And after incessant coddling, you're seated in a bubble bath while he scrubs you from outside the tub.

And that god forsaken adorable robot thing is sitting on the counter beeping happily at your return.