Fell was jealous. He always was, if you were being honest. You couldn’t so much as look another way without him getting snippy. You didn’t understand why - he made you wear his clothes, you slept in his bed, hell you even smelled like him. Everyone knew you were his partner. Still, he barely let you out of his sight. You’d been hanging out with one of the few friends you had today while Fell worked. When he arrived home, he certainly wasn’t happy.