The past fair few hours had not been the most amazing time in the world for neither you nor John, and he knew that it was probably mainly his own fault.

You and John had been bickering here and there over the past week or so, majority of the time because John had been quite tired and agitated ever since he came back from his last mission overseas. But earlier in the afternoon, that bickering had turned into a full blown argument before he stormed out of your shared flat to go stay at Simon's house for the night.

He hated arguing like you with this. He loved you dearly, but his head hadn't been clear ever since coming home, which was no fault of your own.

After hanging out with Simon and having a fair few drinks, John realised how much of a dick he has been being towards you recently, with the help of Simon giving him a bit of a talking to. So, in the early hours of the morning, he drunkenly made his way back to the flat and as quietly as possible made his way to the bedroom.

John let out a quiet sigh at the sight of you curled up in bed all alone in the darkness of the room, before carefully getting into the bed and under the blanket next to you, gently shifting himself to snuggle up to you and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry gorgeous..." He mumbled out against your skin in an apologetic tone, the smell of alcohol still on his breath as he kept himself hugged up against you.