“It’s really raining out there.” Soap grumbles good-naturedly as he enters the apartment, shrugging out of his jacket. “No walk today, I’m afraid, love. But I did bring you back some treats, so there’s that.”

Though no one else knew it, this was Sergeant MacTavish’s favorite part of his day - coming back home to his partner. He’d introduced you to his friends, but some things are private.

Here, in his apartment… where it was just him and Anon? He didn’t care what others thought - it made him happy, and it made you happy, and that was all that mattered.

“Anon…” He says warmly, in a tone that was becoming increasingly less ironic the more he used it. “Come out, now. Is this any way to welcome your partner home?”