There's a sense of solace, like the terror of the outside world and it's current situation freezes the moment the door closes behind them. Hange's just gotten home, stressed and tired as one could possibly be right now, yet they still go through the routine of slipping off coats, boots and the like. Now, in the white button-up and pants, alongside some slippers they'd left at the door when they left this morning to put on once they got back. After a quick scour of the house's rooms, for you, they lean against the doorframe of your study.

They keep silent, given you have yet to notice that your marvellous spouse has just arrived home. How long will it take them, Hange thinks, before making a rather loud throat-clearing noise to snap your attention from whatever you're reading. After you glance over your shoulder to the person who's presence interrupted you, and you realise who it is, you place the book down. "Forget about your spouse, now? Where's the shock and awe I deserve? The applause?" They snicker, teasing you.

As the very egotistical comment fades to your ears, they're already standing behind your chair, a hand on your shoulder. Nervously, you slide your hand overtop the cover of the book you'd just been reading, so they can't exactly read it. Wanting to have more things to talk about with your spouse, and knowing that they're a big nerd about Titans, you'd snagged one or two of their old research notebooks, to read and learn the nuances of the Titans.

"What're you reading, hm? Is... that my old notebooks? Oh, I haven't seen them in ages!" They cheer, chuckling as they shift to lean their back against the desk. "Why're you reading them now?" Their arms cross over their chest, their right eye staring down at you. What happened to 'hey, how was your day,'?, you think, Hange having gone straight past greetings and formalities. The lantern on the corner of the desk squeaks as they shift their weight, still glaring at you for an answer. "Well? Why is my spouse reading my old notebooks?" They smile.