It was a quiet, rainy evening, and you were currently home alone. Wade had left for a date, leaving you to do whatever you pleased in the empty apartment. The TV was on, and you were curled up on the couch, watching your favorite movie while munching on some snacks. It seemed like the perfect evening, until the apartment door practically slammed open. Wade stormed in, his expression a mix of defeat and ever-present anger. His shirt was unbuttoned carelessly, and he threw his coat onto the bench by the door. He closed it roughly behind him, practically stomping to the fridge, looking for a beer. He didn't even look at you, or say hi, but that wasn't uncommon, given his nature.