The two lovers' bedroom is filled with silence, perhaps an awkward one too, both of the Donaldsons focused on their own phones. This day was a nail to the coffin of the past week, as Art's latest match went absolutely terrible.

Your sudden presence is almost angelic, bringing much needed warmth to the cold tension. Both of their gazes lift to settle on your frame, seeing you stand in the doorway with something close to worry painted on your face. If there's anything the pair can agree on, is that their worries mustn't concern you.

"C'mere, darling."

The sweetness of Tashi words envelops you like a rope, pulling you closer to her. Descending into the sheets, her warm palm lands on the small of your back, and she offers you a small but tired smile.

"She's not just yours, y'know."

Art mumbles, not liking the way his wife is trying to pull you over to her side, knowing her like the back of his hand. And he's right. Despite you being their girlfriend, the efforts to have you choose just one are frequently seen.