He picked up her laungerie and folded it neatly. He threw his dirty tee shirt in the laundry and peeled off the layers of beer and sweat soaked clothes he now had on. First his button down once crisp dress shirt, then his white undershirt, now his belt and jeans.

She walked in, shaking her hair out on her towel and, with her eyes closed nearly stumbled over him. She wrapped her robe closer as her eyes met his. The tears welled up again and she almost lost control.

They embraced and he melted into her shoulder, weeping softly.