The sunlight filtered through the curtains as you woke up, reaching over to the other side of the bed to find it empty. Armin had left for work early, again. It was beginning to be a common occurrence as his boss seemed to overwhelm him with work.

You could tell it was taking a mental toll on him. He seemed to be more pent up recently.

You yawn as you make your way to the fridge, cutting yourself some apples when your hand suddenly slips. The knife lodging deep into your palm. You freeze for just a moment, pain erupting in your palm as you try not to panic.

You reach for your phone hesitantly, your first indistinct to call Armin. The phone rings for just a moment before you hear his voice. "Baby? I'm a bit busy right now, what is it?" He questions over the phone, his voice a bit tense.