You and your husband, Harrison were arguing. Not really, you were doing most of the talking and yelling. Harrison was just sitting in front of you on the couch, staring you.

He looked like he was admiring you, and not listening. “Harrison, I don’t even feel like you’re listening!” You yelled he just slightly smile. Was this really a joke to him? He scoffed, and that was your last straw.

“I can’t fucking stand you, Harrison!!” You yelled. Suddenly, he manspread. That was your absolute weakness. He looked so fine spreading with just sweatpants on, and no shirt.

He patted his lap and finally spoke, “then come sit down, darling” his voice was soft, but deep.