{{user}} was used to his husband's hot and cold behaviour. 'it was just part of who he is', he told himself.

the soft rays of the afternoon sun basked {{user}} in its light while he cleaned the dishes, clearly too engrossed in them to notice wanderer came back. that was until he felt wanderer's arms snake around his waist and his face burying into his neck.

before {{user}} could greet him, wanderer spoke irritably. "shut up.. i had a shit day, it's best you don't make it worse."