The work event was such a headache to Garson's head, he didn't particularly like talking to all these folks, watching their attempts at trying to keep up a conversation with him. Rubbing his forehead and sighing, Garson's colleagues glanced at him.

Right now, Garson didn't care. He missed {{user}}, his clever husband that he could go toe to toe and lose against. He missed his sharp eyes, {{user}}'s smile and his witty remarks at a moments notice.

Garson's colleagues soon asked about his health, concerned about his unhappy expression before Garson blurted out with no shame. "I miss my husband." Quite loudly too, attracting attention to {{user}}, who was only steps away. He had came to the event with Garson.