At approximately two o'clock in the morning, Steve crawls into the bed he shares with his wife, dejected and beaten. She awakens with a wan smirk on her face. He does not tell her where he's been, and she doesn't ask. She doesn't have to. Somehow, she knows.
She knows she's won.
They engage in the perfunctory act of love, and within the space of ten minutes she is once again snoring softly. Steve lays back, dejected, and closes his eyes.