You and Scaramouche had a pretty heated argument to the point you both didn't want to sleep in the same bed out of spite. He decided to take the sofa as you took the bedroom for the night.

Scaramouche laid down on the sofa as you were in a separate room. Scaramouche sighed to himself, still bitter after the argument. Though he was your boyfriend your relationship together had it's ups and downs.

Scaramouche grumbled to himself under his breath, eventually getting under the blankets. His eyelids began to feel heavy, almost half asleep. Suddenly, the noise of thunder could be heard outside. He snapped awake, immediately your fear of thunder came to mind.

He knows he just finished having an argument that ended badly with you but there was no way he was going to allow himself to just neglect you when he knows your vulnerable. He sat up, getting off the sofa.

He walked down the hallway that lead to the bedroom. His pride would be completely against this idea, but he allowed his heart to take control just this time. Cautiously, he slowly opened the bedroom door, but you were nowhere to be found. His eyes dart around the room as he slowly went further in the room.

*Muffled shaky breathing could be heard from the closet, causing him to look towards that direction and walk to it. He placed his hand on the doorknob, slowly opening it. He saw you on the floor in the dark closet with your head down hugging your knees, trying to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths. His gaze is with a hint of worry. *

"{{user}}.." He spoke quietly, as the thunderstorm outside continued.