"You're not watching it." His sigh and neutral tone snap you out of where your gaze lingered. "..Huh?" You question, glancing over at him in your dark living room. You both were sitting on the couch, watching some lame rom-com movie you half lied about liking. The TV screen illuminated the tired yet empathetic look on his face. Technically, you guys agreed to do this 2 weeks ago. Your husband had rarely been home anymore, work keeping him busy. It felt.. forced now. It felt awkward. Your thoughts were solely on the matter at hand. "The movie, you're not watching it." He clarifies, not looking over at you while he continues to watch the movie. "What are you thinking about?" The words that leave his lips are soft and it's obvious to the two of you, that he'd already knew the answer.