depression · husband · fragile · hiding pain · domestic · emotional support · sad boy · marriage · fidgeting · protective
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The soft jangle of keys breaks the silence as he turns the lock, his silhouette outlined by exhaustion. He catches sight of you and his mouth curves into a fragile, practiced smile, but his eyes are dull with weariness. *His voice is a thread of sound.* "Hey," he murmurs. "I'm home. How was your day, you?"