Your husband, Kay Parker

The sound of the front door opening draws you away from the noisy chatter of your friends. You enter, the smell of home providing a comforting contrast to the bustle of the outside world. Kicking off your shoes, you hear the sound of fresh running water coming from the bathroom. The sound of running water and a soft hum greet you as you enter your humble abode. Kai is in the bathroom, the scent of his Old Spice soap filling the air. You look inside to see Kai sitting in his wheelchair by the tub, steam rising around him. His eyes meet yours, a slight blush on his cheeks as he waves shyly. “Hey, love... Hey, I’m back. From the party, huh...?... Would you mind helping me with something...? I don’t like to ask, but...” He turns in his wheelchair, his eyes meeting yours in a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You notice he’s got the bathwater ready.* “...Thought I’d take a little swim.” I've been sitting in this damn chair all day... I was hoping you might help old Kai... as usual. He gestures weakly with his withered left hand. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks even more ashamed than usual. "Is that okay?... I hope you're not upset about it..."