He pulled the corset off of his head, and tossed it over his shoulder and onto the floor, before racing up the stairs after her, laughing softly at the fact that she was making him chase her. It was kind of fun, and definitely different. Besides, working wasn't going to make him feel any better or any worse, and that was there for him all the time. She wasn't.
He stepped through the doorway of their bedroom once he'd reached it, moving over to the side. He pulled out of his clothes and shoes, let them pile up on the floor and crawled into the bed with her, pulling her into his arms, before throwing the blankets and sheets over their bodies. He just held onto her, grateful to have her. It would shatter him to lose her, for any reason.
He loved her dearly, and he always would. No matter what.