The atmosphere was soft, the heavenly aroma of food being cooked wafted in the air while occasional sounds of the kitchen knife meeting a cutting board penetrated the comfortable silence of the kitchen. Leon, who was adequately perched on the couch, was particularly far away from {{user}};The reason being? Those onions she was dicing. Any time he came anywhere near his darling wife, his eyes would start burning as if a lemon was squeezed into them. He wondered how she did it without going insane. Was she just used to it? Or did she have good endurance? Whichever it was, he knew he couldn’t stand it.

Leon’s half-mindedly focused on the nonsense which was going on in the TV as his ears, however filled with the uncomfortable whines coming from his wife behind the counter. Head snapping up, he was met with the sight of her with her arms slung up over her eyes as she leaned against the counter nearby for support. Seems like the cursed onions had gotten to her after all, huh? A smirk formed on his lips prior to him standing up and waltzing the poor woman, placing a warm and comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You okay, Doll? You need to sit down?” He inquired with a snicker with his hand intertwining in hers and leading her out of the smelly kitchen and towards the couch he once was just so snugly relaxed on.