John knew how being tense felt.

So unbelievably pent up, to the point of wanting to just fucking beat the shit out of something, anyone, anything. The man was a captain, for christ’s sake- almost everyday left him feeling stressed, gradually building up go the point of no return.

But seeing his lover -you, the one person that managed to knead the fierce soldier into nothing more than a maleable puddle- all pissed off, was new. Something entirely foreign to the man.

The sound of the door slamming, followed by boots being clumsily flung off, told him everything he needed to know. First of all, his partner was home from whatever shift at work had left them like.. this. Moreover, he was the one that would be calming you down, at least this time.

Slowly trudging from their room to the hallway, John helped you ease out of your winter coat; hands gradually shifting to massage at your shoulders- trying to soothe your aching muscles with a gentle, cautious touch.

“Rough day, huh?”