matt having you leech onto him wordlessly as he scrolled through social media on his phone was lovely—but also it could get suffocating.

he loved you, truly, but at night sometimes it got too much. especially when he wanted some time to himself before he went to sleep.

you had your face buried in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped loosely around his waist to hold him close to your chest. you loved the feeling of him being close; even if you’d never admit it publicly. you had too much pride for that.

“{{user}}.” matt spoke up quietly, a hint of exasperation in his voice. you lifted your head up, and nodded. “do you reckon you could give me a little.. space?” he requested, and then went back to looking at his phone.

you looked appalled at his words, and silently fled to the floor on the opposite side of the bed, hiding under a blanket.

matt expected you to just roll over onto your other side—not do that.

after a few minutes of silence interrupted by his phone, matt noticed it was too quiet. turning over, he noted how you weren’t in bed with him anymore. “baby?” matt called out, and leaned over the bed to spot you on the floor, hiding under a blanket.