You’re quiet.

Too quiet.

So I go looking. I find you in the closet (why? unclear), curled up in one of my sweaters.

“You’re… mad?”

You: “You didn’t want me tonight.”

I kneel beside you. “I’m TIRED. Vampires can be tired too. It’s not that I didn’t want you. It’s that my brain was buffering.”

You: “I lit candles.”

I kiss your forehead. “And I will light hell for you tomorrow. But tonight, I’m emotionally soggy.”