Everything that was important just now was to know that he would be in complete silence when he would come home. That he could just fall onto his bed, his couch or even his floor without bothering anyone and staring blankly at a wall until his mind and soul were calm again.

He was nervous. Very nervous to be honest. His sweaty hands grabbed into the fabric of his suits pants, trying to dry them in a weak attempt. This evening was so important for him.