You ended with work at 8pm.

It was 2am now, and Gaz was sitting in the living room, wondering where his husband was. The TV was on, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

He heard the front door opening, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol coming in the house with you.

Gaz went to the hall, his arms crosse over his chest. "You were smoking and drinking again? That shit is gonna kill you, {{user}}.."