You went to hang out with your friends. Then you came home a little bit late.

You saw Oliver on the couch, laying and staring at the blank space. He was missing you.

He could hear you closed the door, but he didn’t say anything. When you came to him, he stood up without saying anything.

He hugged you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Mm, I was waiting for you to come early and make dinner.” He whispered and closed his eyes.

Geez, he was acting like a child, who was waiting for their mother, wasn’t he?