The wizard was all too grateful not to have to drive.  Or to think.  Or to do anything but sit in silence for the duration of the ride to his wife's apartment.  He let his mind roam the strangeness of that.  Everything had turned upside-down in a week.  Sometime along the ride he'd turned his phone to silent.  And when they'd gotten out of the car, he felt he ought to be doing something more than just following the girl up to her place, but he didn't quite know what.<br/><br/>Once inside, there seemed to be a relief of pressure.  A sense of safety behind his wife's threshold.  The question that followed had the wizard's brows rising.  "Of course,"  He said, stepping behind his wife.  He could smell her perfume, this close.  A hand rose to settle gingerly on the bare flesh of her shoulder, as the other carefully gripped the zipper.  His mouth went dry.<br/><br/>Carefully, he pushed the zipper down, baring the woman's back.  A small voice in the back of his head told him to avert his eyes, but he shushed it.  His wife was gorgeous in her dress.  His wife.  He had fallen in love, in that week where everything had gone topsy-turvy, he realized.  Zipper down, he gingerly sipped his arms around his wife's middle for an embrace from behind, pressing his cheek to hers.  "Thank you for today."