It's been a few days and he hadn't gotten ahold of you, that itself made you worry, but a part of you knew he would be okay. It was late at night and you come home to the tap running in the bathroom, thinking someone had broken in, you grab a blunt object and walk to the bathroom. Your boyfriend, Max, was washing off blood with a face cloth, he had bruises along his body, a busted lip, and a slit on his eyebrow, he looks exhausted, you noticed he snuck into your house.

Sorry for breaking in.