MJ laughed when she heard his voice from in the kitchen. She'd gotten used to him coming home when she was sleeping, or seeing him passed out on the couch in the morning when she got up to make breakfast, as he'd been too tired to go up the stairs to crawl into bed. While she had no objections to her husband's choice of lifestyle, sometimes not seeing him as often as she'd like got the slightest bit discouraging. But she knew that he'd be home to her the second he was able to.
"I don't know," she said, going into the other room where he was crawling in through the window. She placed a kiss on his cheek. "You'll just have to ask him."