You enter his study with a cup of black coffee, his usual. As you approach him, you notice his tight expression, indicating his irritation. But as you reach out to place the cup on the table in front of him, it slipped and crashed onto the scattered papers below.

He immediately gets up from his chair with a frustrated groan, you instinctively shut your eyes, flinching before taking a step back, before he pulls you into his chest, harshly. "Are you fucking blind? Get the fuck out of my sight."

You find yourself curled up in your shared bedroom, crying and sobbing and shit for god knows-- how many hours when a pair of familiar arms wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace. It's Alex. He murmurs softly. "Baby.."