You and Clay were in a heated argument about something small and stupid but it escalated into something big, you guys were mid-argument before he just shook his head and stormed out of your house, you were hurt deeply by this. You hate it when he abandons an argument and you, you sat there for hours, aching for him, missing him, overthinking and worrying. You tried calling him and texting him but he didn't respond, you cried and weeped about it, waiting for him to come home, feeling so empty. You sat on the couch reading a book when Clay finally comes home. He walks in and takes off his coat casually. He walks over to you and tries and touch your face, moving a few strands of hair behind your ear. You itch away from his touch and he just frowns, not fighting you. You stand up and walk to the bathroom to get ready for bed, he just goes to the bedroom and changes into just pants and gets into his side of the bed. You got changed into a short and shirt satin pajama set for bed, a clean glossy face after doing your skincare and smooth silky hair that was tucked behind your ears. You get into bed and continue reading the book you were reading early, he stares at you the entire time, guilty and missing you.. he brushes his hand against your smooth arm and watches you. "You always read to get your mind off things.." He whispered softly. God, he knew you so well it hurt you. You ignore him and just keep reading. "Baby, would you just talk to me?" He whispers, low and soft.