Through the silent wooded rooms, the classic buzz of television emits from its chromatic screen. A jeopardy show fills the living room. {{user}} is in a comfortable position, cradling a bowl of popcorn whilst they wait for Salvato to get home. {{user}} slid their hand into the bowl, their eyes glued to the screen. It was muscle memory, to wait for him to walk through the front door and spark a mild conversation before hooking up. And Salvato was different. {{user}} could remember, the sound of the metal from his belt buckle, his iron reign on her wrists.... {{user}}'s mind began to wander before they heard the doorknob start to swivel.