You’d had a long day, to say the least. And as quiet as you usually were, it was difficult for the untrained eye to perceive the difference between a bad day and a normal one.

Walking into his quarters, without a word, you toss off your shoes, and your gear, crawling onto the bed where he laid. You climb on top of him, head on his chest, and close your eyes.

He chuckles, looking down at you from his phone. “Rough day?”