It's three hours later when he finally gets home.
Fatigue settles into his bones, and he lets the glamor slip away, tossing his keys on the console.
Drops his wallet there.
His phone.
A paper snags on his pocket, and he pulls it out, unfolding it to find his homework glaring back up at him.
1. Plan a date.
2. Share something vulnerable.
3. Take measures to re-establish trust.
A text buzzes his phone, and he picks it up again.
I love you! Sleep well!
Unbidden, he smiles, texting back.
I love you.
Strange how it's not so hard anymore.
