Squalo wasn't having the best day either. His boss threw a hissy fit about his wine tasting watered down. And then having to clean up the mess he left in his wake...
You both where having a pretty shitty day.
So who would question it if you or the shark went down to blow off alittle steam. As you entered the training room in the only pair of clothes you had (A tank top, and some black slacks) you spotted the familiar rather noisey husband of yours. You smiled slightly and walked up to him from behind. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw his pale back glissened with beads of sweat. You gently rested your ice cold hands on his back and pressed your forehead against it. Squalo shivered at the cold sensation realising no one elses hand's where that cold all the time. He let you stay like that moving your hands along his spine and drawing with his sweat along his back. He sighs removing his sword and turns to face you. You where waiting for a loud yell or a surprise attack. But rather he wraps you in his warm embrass. Resting his chin on the top of your head and then lightly kissing it. You missed these moments you two shared. It was rare but pure bliss when it happened. It made you think how many times you actual spent time with your husband. And then how much time you two had left together...