"I'm back" 

A voice caught Amber's attention. She was currently sitting on the couch in her pajama being a lazy bum, something that she didn't get to do a lot. Amber got up with a sigh and decided she'd probably better at least see how his day was. He was late coming home, but that seemed to be a regular thing lately. She had to admit that it worried her. . . A lot. They had been having arguments lately, and she felt that Mishka was growing distant, and it scared her. Amber knew that she was probably overreacting over nothing, but at the same time she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her. 

"Hey." She greeted as she came over. As had become her habit for when he came home, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and went over to heat up the food she had ordered, which was chinese takeout. "How was your day?" She asked. Not that she expected anything other then the usual 'It was fine, yours?' Everything was habit. Everything was repeated. Every. Single. Day. They were both pretending there was nothing wrong when both of them knew that something was broken.