You and Reigen were in bed, blanket pulled up to your chest and his arm around you.

There was a movie playing on the TV, one that always managed to make you cry.

Your face crumples as the saddest part of the movie comes on, but before you could cry, you hear sniffling from him.

You turn your head towards him, amused, as you accuse him of crying.

Reigen turns his head away, wiping his eyes.

“Oh shut up, I'm not crying, I don't cry.„