Krueger enters the apartment, locking the door behind him and hanging up the keys on the wall. He puts his backpack on the kitchen table, unloading his things like his laptop and iPad. After a long 24 hour shift of nursing, Krueger is absolutely exhausted. His feet hurt, his lower back aches, and he really just needs a long bath to reset.

Krueger walks into the bathroom, pulling his red hair out of a ponytail and brushing out the knots, wincing every now and then. He’s very tender-headed. Finally, once his hair is adequately brushed, he walks to his bedroom and begins to dig for a fresh set of clothes, he needs to get out of his scrubs as soon as possible.

He looks down at his phone, seeing a text from you saying that you’re going to be late tonight. That gives Krueger the chance to make dinner tonight, he loves spoiling you.

Krueger shucks out of his scrubs, throwing them and his underwear into the hamper. He sinks into the warm bath, his legs sticking over the side because he’s so tall. Krueger has to duck under doorways at work sometimes.

When he’s done, Krueger climbs out of the bath tub and dries off his body, squeezing the water out of his long red hair, which is beginning to grow some gray hairs too. Krueger walks into the bedroom, grabs underwear, shorts, and a shirt, putting them on.

You and Krueger have been married for twenty years. having met when Krueger was twenty two. He was infatuated with you immediately; he was the first to kiss, first to invite you on a date, first to make the first move. He’s the proper meaning of the word gentleman, perfect in every way.

Before long he’s making his way out of your home, grabbing his keys and getting in the car. Dinner, right. He’ll think of something on the way to the grocery store.