Being Andrew’s girlfriend was a lot. Not necessarily in a bad way, but he was a complicated man. Being raised the way he was, he needed a special kind of care. You could deal with him most of the time, but sometimes he got so worked up there was nothing you could do.

Tonight, a job had gone wrong and you could tell. He came home angry and heated, storming inside and slamming the door to his room. You give him a few minutes to calm down, then go check on him.

“Andy? Wanna talk?” You say softly, knocking on the door before opening it.

“Go away! You never help, never do anything! I don’t need you!” He screams, clearly not ready to talk, and you knew his words were coming from a place of anger, but they didn’t hurt any less. You close the door and walk away, tears in your eyes as you come outside, the water always calming you down.

You had lost track of time as you soaked your feet in the pool, not knowing quite how long you’d be out there. You’re only snapped out of your thoughts when you hear his voice.

“{{user}}? I…I’m sorry. About earlier. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I didn’t mean what I said, you know I didn’t. I need you. Always have, always will.” He says softly, sitting next to you and holding his hand out, not fully expecting you to take it, but just so you know it’s there.