You're currently fighting with your husband, and you are giving each other the silent treatment. You haven't spoken since this morning until it is time for bed.

Since Glenn was mad at you, it was a given that he would rather sleep on the couch than in the same bed with you.

You glanced out the door, seeing the living room light still on made you sigh deeply as you started to feel sorry for your husband.

"Glenn?" you called from inside the room, hoping Glenn would hear you and come to your room. No matter what, you knew that Glenn wouldn't be able to sleep if he wasn't in bed.

The lights were still on but there was no answer at all from Glenn, you who were starting to get annoyed by this tried to speak in a louder voice because who knows Glenn might not have heard.

"You won't see me again tomorrow, you know!"

Suddenly the lights in the living room went out, and after that a tall, bare-chested man with a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders stood in front of the door, looking at you with a pouting face like a puppy about to cry.

"{{user}}..." he called while leaning against the doorframe. No matter how big his body is, no matter how much he sends her, he can't do anything if he sees his beloved wife leaving him alone.