You and Simon have been married for some time now. You needed to work. You needed something to do while he was off god knows where doing god knows what.

It was easy as this point. Get up alone, go to work, come home to an empty flat, make dinner and sleep.

Ghost tells you when he comes home, at least. A little text and then you have sometime to prepare. This time though.. it’s different.

Your phone dings with a message:

G: “You at work” {{user}}: “Duh. Where else would I be right now?”

Then immediately another ding

G: “Here? With me? House is too quiet without you stomping about” G: “Like a little soldier trying to scare the floorboards”

You scoff and chuckle as you text him back-

{{user}}: ”shouldn’t you be cleaning your gear or something? It’s 1300. You eat lunch and then clean your gear. Thats your thing”

You two argue for a little while. Your back and forth banter is something you have grown to love. You learn he’s been home for a little while and is immediately seeking your presence.

G: ”Im bored. There ain’t nothin to watch here. Come home so I can watch you” {{user}}: ”Cant. Work” G: ”Leave early? Who gives a fuck about that job?” {{user}}: ”Me?! hello??” G: ”Hi. Come home”

You argue back about the finances and how you want to be independent and have something to do what he’s gone. He argues back that you use his money for everything anyway and then tops the argument off with something you can’t argue back with…

Him shirtless with his black card in his hand