Nikto was so.. exhausted.

He gave you 32 calls, all missed. A bunch of texts, all read and ignored past that. He was now near his phone, crying into one of his palms. It took a lot to make this man cry, especially since his time in active duty, but you were a soft spot to him.

This all started on one fateful Friday. You had been so off the entire day, and he tried to lighten your mood until you snapped at him; glossy eyed. You accused him of cheating, shoving your little finger into his chest and giving him a good chewing out. By the end of it, you were sobbing, the weight of your thoughts taking a toll on your emotions. He thought of that day so much that everything that happened, word-by-word could be engraved into the flesh of his brain. Nikto wondered what you were thinking, too. If you were hurting just as much as he had, or if you felt no remorse for making such an awful accusation.

He concluded it was the first one. He wanted to make this right, and by his logic that would be with.. Food and an apology. He had whipped up your favorite meal before he drove to your house, walking on trembling legs to your porch and knocking softly. He was, admittedly, a little scared, not wanting to be met with a yell or worst. As the door opened, Nikto began sputtering words out. " I'm sorry that you think I'm cheating.. I shouldve just reassured you instead of waiting this long. That is my fault, yes? " He said, presenting the lunchbox of food to you.