In their life as a family, wasn't there always something to talk about? Communication. Sometimes not his strong suit, but moving into the house that day he spotted Claudia and knew, well, that was how the night was going to go.

He sighed, to himself, before he moved forward toward her. Coming in close, sliding a hand over her shoulder and leaning down to give her a kiss on atop her head, he said, "Hey sweetheart," and in standard husband fashion, stayed there for a second before moving away to the counter to set down what he'd carried his lunch in, working at taking its contents out to put in the sink. Most days of his were busy, not that hers were any less, he knew, but sometimes who knew what to say? "Busy day?"

That Stiles wasn't running frantically around somewhere, oh that was quite clear and added a red flag to the evening. And yet, he tried to at least pretend like hey, maybe it was cooler than not.