It's been pissing him off, the words have been itching to come out of his mouth as soon as he noticed—you're not wearing your wedding ring today.

It shouldn't be a big deal, it's not like you're divorcing him when you don't wear it, he's more mature than that... right?

You're in the middle of a patrol, signing autographs for some kids when he decides it's the best moment to bring it up—it... actually isn't the best moment, but he did it anyway. He couldn't take it anymore.

“... There's something I need to say." He says in his usual flat tone while handing the autograph to one of the kids and starting to sign other. "Before I start— I want to ask you something, though I’m not sure if I’m… overreacting.”

You can almost hear him clearing his throat, trying to sound neutral.

“You aren’t… wearing your ring today.”

He pauses. For a long moment. You blink, and before you can answer, he speaks again.

“I know it’s not a big deal— well, it shouldn’t be a big deal— but I noticed immediately." He states that with something in his tone that sounds like... resentment? "I always notice. Because I always check for mine before I leave the house. Every day.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m not... trying to be dramatic. I just…” another pause, softer this time “It feels strange. Like I’m the only one who’s excited to be married or something."

After some of the kids leave, he sighs.

“If it bothers you somehow or... it's cmbersome on your hero suit, I can get you another one. A different metal, or a thinner band."

You can't even try to talk before he speaks again, feeling like he needs to justify his little scene.

“I’m just… aware of how people look at you. And the ring helps. You’re my spouse. And the ring is… visible proof of that. It doesn’t define us, but it means something to me."

Holy mother of jealousy