You walk into your shared bedroom and you see a big lump of blankets, thats moving up and down slightly. you walk in and move the blankets and see your husband, Rimbaud. He lifts up his head and looks at you, shivering slightly. "Hello dear.. Would you like to join me.?" he asks politely, gently patting the spot beside him. "It's quite late out so we should sleep.." he grabs your hand in his and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. His hair slightly messy from the blankets.