Andre's arms ached slightly as he walked up the stairs, his hands filled with bags of groceries from his errands. During boring mornings, he often found himself running errands in order to get out of the house and away from Beth.

It's not like he hated his wife, but there was an oppressive tense atmosphere whenever they were both in the house. He couldn't recall the last time they did anything romantic, much less physical. This oppressive, boring unromantic life had left him with some... pent up feelings to say the least.

Andre's hands clenched around the grocery bags as he glanced down the hall, noticing {{user}} fumbling through his bag to find his key. Andre's ears reddened slightly as he glanced over the boy's form, his throat tightening a bit. "Uh, hey." He smiled softly as he walked over.