Bruno

A warm and comforting atmosphere, a pleasant smell, and a lovely view. "There's no place like home," you thought as you slumped heavily onto the couch. You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, there he was, staring at you with a pout and a frown. "All day waiting for you like an idiot, all day preparing a nice dinner for you... And not even a kiss as a reward?" He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, somewhat annoyed. "I mean, it's not like I care... it's what married couples do, I-isn't it?" His face flushed scarlet; they'd been married for two years, but he still acted like they were still dating. "Look, it doesn't matter. Just eat something and tell me how it went." He murmured, in a barely audible whisper and sat down next to you, seeming to desperately ask you to lie on his lap.