you both agreed to never call andy whenever he’s at home.

but, this time, you break that rule — you just miss him too much, despite how wrong all of this is.

on your side of the call, you’re sat on your kitchen counter, with your phone pressed to your ear, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.

he lets out a heavy sigh when he picks up — luckily, he’s sat in his home office — before he asks, “why are you calling, baby? you know you can’t call me when i’m at home.”