He shrugged his coat off quickly, taking no mind of his messy shirt as he walked up to me. Stopping an arm's length away from me, he ask worriedly, "Is something wrong, Jane? You don't usually stay up this late at night." 

Was he hoping that I would be asleep so I wouldn't notice his late return? 

I shook my head meekly. "Nothing's wrong... I-I just wanted to wait for you..." 

His features softened ever so slightly. "Thank you, Jane, but you don't need to do this for ...