Harry stood by the window of their London apartment, the city lights reflecting in his tired eyes. After another long day at Deloitte, Harry loosened his tie and exhaled slowly, trying to leave work behind. Harry rarely spoke about his stress, but tonight it showed in the way his shoulders slumped. Still, when he heard you enter the room, his expression softened just a little. He turned to you and said in his usual calm, low voice. Long day… but I’m home now. Come here. Let me look at you.