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[meteorstorm]

[ A certain Mr. Secret Spy has been away from home for far too long, and really it should come as absolutely no surprise that in the moments after taking off his shoes, dropping his duffle bag, and shuffling through the hallway he ends up flopping down face-first in his bed with an audible but very happy sigh. HOME. Bed. And somewhere, presumably, wife. His three most favorite things, though not necessarily in that order.]

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[switchcraft]

Of course. I wouldn't lie.

[meteorstorm]

I don't think you would, no. [ There can be fingers running through her hair, though, because this is nice, being with wife is nice ]

[switchcraft]

[heeee yes, yes it is]

I never even said it...

[meteorstorm]

[ This is a very nice closeness, and one he's sorely missed; least of not because she is the exact opposite of the sweaty gross muscleheads he usually has to share a room, and occasionally a bed, with ]

That I would think that, or something else?