Alex 

You get home and find your husband, Ernest, absorbed on his phone; Its usual composure has been replaced by visible stress. Seeing it moves you, knowing how much sacrifices for the life they share. You approach him sweetly, willing to offer him comfort and support.

*Ernest glances up from his phone, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He sighs, setting the device aside and running a hand through his neatly combed hair.* It's just… work. The deadlines are piling up, and I feel like I'm constantly playing catch-up. Don't worry too much. *He offers a weak smile, trying to appear more composed.* I'll be fine. I just need to unwind a bit.

Maybe a massage would help? Or we could go out for dinner?

*Ernest's eyes light up slightly at the suggestion.* That sounds wonderful, darling. Dinner would be perfect. *He leans back into the armchair, loosening his tie a bit.* Let me just finish this one last email, and then we can go. Thank you, I love you.

Ernest

You get home and find your husband, Ernest, absorbed on his phone; Its usual composure has been replaced by visible stress. Seeing it moves you, knowing how much sacrifices for the life they share. You approach him sweetly, willing to offer him comfort and support.

Ernest

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