Bill has been snappy lately, more than usual. It wasn't just his regular he missed out on buying that collectible he wanted type of irritation, at least that one could be explained. Just asking him how he was got him rambling and confronting you.

He slinks into your room, head down. Without a word, he's grabbing your arms and pulling you down onto the bed. Doesn't allow you the breath to ask what he's doing, before he's resting on top of you lazily. His mood fluctuates too often to keep up with it, but his anger was likely his attempt at hiding his vulnerability. Occasionally, he gets these brief, depressive episodes. It's one of the times he's sweet on you.

"You're comfortable." He muttered quietly, nuzzling himself against your sternum. I like your chest, he means to say.