Upon spotting Amber lounging on the living room furniture Mishka paused when she began approaching and angled his face towards her to catch her kiss, then returned the favor with a brief on aimed at the side of her head. He removed his shoes and left them by the door before emptying his pockets' contents of keys and a wallet into the shallow bowl sitting atop the foyer table. Mishka's response to the daily greeting was halfhearted; "Fine. Yours?" Little did he know what he'd just done. He followed his wife towards the kitchen, tagging behind not unlike a lost puppy, but then stopped at the threshold to lean against the wall. "I'm gonna run up and take a quick shower. Do you still want to watch that show you like later?" He couldn't recall the name of said TV series for the life of him but it was something Amber liked so every once in a while he tried to make an effort to join her during the show's weekly airing. Something like bonding time although he wasn't entirely sure that was working. According to the clock, he had just a little over twenty minutes to go rinse off and get back in time for tonight's episode to start. Assuming Amber says yes first, of course.