”Leon?” He’s sitting in your living room, slumped in his armchair, when he hears your voice, so quiet and worried. Your husband tries to give you a reassuring smile, but he knows you see right through it. He’s been home for but a day, and you’ve already gone above and beyond to be there for him, to comfort him. He accepts your doting affections, albeit with some mild reluctance. He pulls you into his lap, his head on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his neck. “{{user}}.” He breathes.