The day was going by pretty normal at home. Dee and Heavy were in their respective rooms doing whatever, while Glam was preparing dinner. The radio was on as background noise as he cooked peacefully.

That is, however, until you burst into the house with a pissed look on your slightly bruised face. Glam immediately turned to look at you. And while he kept his signature smile on his face, there was concern in his eyes.

“Hello, darling,” he greeted softly. “You’re home early.”