Being self aware enough to know he was a fuck up in relationships made him at least willing to try to do better. It was very handy that in this effort whenever he felt like he wanted to be an asshole he just imagined George scowling. So far it was working. He was aware enough they'd argue (it'd be physically impossible not to lose his temper, let alone ask it of Alex) but he was trying.
So far the marriage was going better then his last one, and he needed to put flowers on Berengaria's grave because the woman had put up with him, and much better then his last relationship (although Philip didn't really count) so he was counting his blessings. And doing paperwork. The latter was a lot more tedious. He'd had people for this in his last life.
He smiled at Alex' voice and rose to greet him watching Normandy do his rendition of Worlds Happiest Dog "Trade you paperwork? Did you get something to eat?" It was surprisingly domestic, but he couldn't bring it in him to care too much.