Luis had never been open about what his job entailed. He insisted it was confidential. The most you knew was that he was a scientist of sorts. He’d always been meticulous about cleaning his clothes separate from yours, but this time something slipped his mind. Following you washing one of his lab coats, you’d fallen ill. Your lover was used to you greeting him when he arrived home, but today you weren’t, and he could hear obnoxious coughing from your bedroom.