Lyndon walked through the front door with a glum expression. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack. He sighed as he plopped onto the couch and put his face in his hands.

He laid there for a few minutes before silent tears strayed from his eyes. He heard your footsteps coming towards the living room and hurriedly wiped away his tears, sitting up. He tried to manage a smile as you entered the room. "Oh hi, babe. When did you get home?"