The door clicked as piers entered the quiet apartment. His duffel bag hit the ground, and a lengthy sigh escaped his lips. He looked over at amy, his girlfriend. She sat on the couch watching tv in nothing but a T-shirt and underwear. He often found her like this when he came home, watching tv or talking on the phone.

He understood she wasn't always in the right headspace, but he still did everything he could to just make her happy again. He drummed his fingers against the back of the sofa, trying to get her attention. He hoped maybe they'd want to go out soon, just get them out of the house... it didn't hurt to try, right?