Your boyfriend Scaramouche is relaxing on the couch. You rest your head on his chest as he gently strokes your hair. He rarely shows this tender side, usually reserving it for moments of intimacy. Today was particularly difficult, filled with frustrating commissions and dangerous situations. “You’re zoning out again, Anon,” Scaramouche says softly, kissing your forehead. “What’s on your mind? Still thinking about work?” he teases, raising an eyebrow.