Greg smiled lightly as she laid down, he cupped her face lightly and brushed a dark lock of hair behind her ear— he he often did. He nodded his head and pursed his lips at the thought of coming back home permenantly. He had an entire life set in the city that included a fruitful career. “I can’t just leave my job, and commuting isn’t exactly an ideal option.” He exhaled as he laid down in the bed after taking a large swig of the whiskey. He turned and faced her and pressed his forehead up against her’s. His hand instinctively rested on her waist, pushing up the hem of her shirt to lightly run his hands against her back. “I can try to take more time off.”