He mindlessly played with the remote in his hand, throwing it up in the air before catching it as a random show played on the tv. He was relaxed; legs spread and leaning back on the couch.

You turned a page of your book.

He looked to you, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“Liebling?” He asked, earning a hum from you in return, “Are you happy with me?” He questioned.

You looked at him with a raised brow.

“It’s just-“ he sighed, “You’re in your 20s. I’m almost 40. So… are you happy with me?”