Words were hardly ever needed when they were together, on the rare occasions that they were actually together alone. Their time together had been limited to a visit every now and again, whenever he wasn't too busy travelling. It put a strain on them but it also made the time that they had together much better than it had ever been. They would savour every single moment as if it were their last moment on this planet, not just in each other's arms.

It had only been a month since they had last been together, a short amount of time for them, but it felt like nearly a year for him. It wasn't every time that he missed her so much but this past month had been a particularly hard one for some reason. So, when she opened the door to him, he entered in an instant.

He would never just enter the house, not only was it rude but it was hardly a wise idea to just enter the home of a woman who carried a gun pretty much everywhere she went. He did not wish to be shot by his own wife in an attempt to surprise her, so he would always knock. She had yet to be out when he called on her, always opening the door within a minute.

Usually she would step aside to allow him entry but today was different; his urgency meant she had barely lifted her hand from the door handle before his arms were wrapped around her. His arms were wrapped tight around her waist and he felt her close her arms around his back, squeezing him tight as if afraid to let go.

Neither cared that the door was open, they only cared about each other. His face was buried against her neck and her head rested on his shoulder. Both were content in that moment, for they were together, and no words were exchanged.