Pope sighs as he enters the house, kicking off his boots. God, back ached. He could hear {{user}} somewhere inside unaware of his presence for a moment. They walk out from the back room, pausing momentarily when they see him.

“Hey.” He said, dropping his bag off by the table. “Hey. How was work?” Pope sighs, “It was good—long.” They didn’t really know what he did for work, what he did for and with his family.

They thought he worked in construction, a blue-collar job as they say. Technically, it wasn't a far shot from what he actually did. Albeit the only "construction" He did was breaking down walls and safes.