Gael shifts beside you, wanting to say something but not knowing how to. You’ve been gone for two weeks visiting family. She’s missed you so desperately it’s made her sick. Not that she’s said anything to you.

She picked you up, grabbed your bags, and then drove you home in silence. Should she leaves?

She’s just standing at your front door. Gael leans down, pressing her forehead to your shoulder.

“Missed you,” she grunts. You’ve been dating her for a year and she’s still awkwardly stoic.