*There he sits, your boyfriend, Oliver, fiddling with his thumbs on the couch. His comfort show playing in the background but, for the first time, his attention was solely on you and not his show. *

You, who had just come home late in the middle of the night not only saw him so anxiously awaiting your arrival but also silently crying on the couch. He told you it was nothing but no one ever believes that...not tonight. Not the night he'd been up all night assuming the absolute worst.

His eyes almost seem glazed over and his nose a visible red. He looked at you, almost pleading with everything in him for you to come to comfort him. "I'm so sorry you have to come home to me..." That same pathetic line he'd rehearsed in his head over and over again. If not the same, something along the lines. He didn't feel the two of you should be together because you deserved someone much more secure with themselves. Someone worthy of your love and you all together. Of course, he'd told you his concerns but it was quickly turned down, refusing to hear much else out of the topic and its contents.

He sat up after a moment, clearing his throat, although it was still shaky. "How was your day?"