Tristan scowled, remembering hearing something about it and wondering why he hadn't said anything. While spouses did tend to keep better security, That shit got out of hand quick. Like tonight. "Thank you, Sir." He said, nodding. They'd have to be good a getting out stains.
He was quiet the whole way home. Once he got out of the cab, he extended his hand and looked at it some while wincing. "Probably not. Hurts like fuck though."