Ewan had had a rough day at shooting; the day was long, action filled, and frankly exhausting. Meanwhile, you had a day off, lounging about in his apartment you had grown used so used to during the past few weeks, attempting to entertain yourself while he was working.

The sky had grown dark and keys jingled, the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing sounded in the place. You got up, excited to see your boyfriend after being lonely in the apartment, but Ewan merely walked past you with a low grumble under his breath, throwing his bag to the bedroom and making his way to the kitchen for a drink.