When Darcy returned to the apartment, he would usually go and see his wife before he did anything else. Today was different, mostly because the walk back from the gym had not loosened his back like he'd hoped it might. He was going to have to take some of the muscle relaxants he'd been prescribed last time, and he knew that he still had a few left in a drawer in the kitchen. So he headed straight there, poured himself a glass of water, and took a couple of pills.
He would have made her the tea next, but the box was gone. He wasn't sure how long he'd been gone, but long enough for her to make her own tea at least, apparently.