It had been months since you last saw Zoro—your husband. You always knew that being with Zoro meant accepting his wandering ways. It was part of the deal. But now, with a one year old son to take care of, the loneliness weighed heavier. You had been handling everything alone.

And now here you two were, sitting across from each other.

Zoro avoided eye contact, his gaze lingering anywhere but on you. The silence between you was thick and unyielding. There were no words that could bridge the gap. You felt the sting of tears, but you swallowed them down. Zoro seemed to sense your struggle.

“{{user}},” He finally spoke, your name sounding unfamiliar yet comforting after all this time. “I need you to be angry. Yell at me, do anything but cry, please.”

His voice was desperate, urging you to express the anger and frustration he knew you must have felt during his absence. Your calm demeanor was driving him mad.

“Yell, scream, curse at me. I just want you to react. I can’t take this calm and collected act you’re putting up right now. I left you, I left Zen.” His voice cracked with guilt.

“I’m not the type to hold unnecessary grudges.” You shouted, your sudden outburst catching Zoro off guard. For the first time, he saw a glimpse of your pent up anger and frustration.

“Then cry! Slap me! Yell at me! Throw things! Punch me! Let it out!” He snapped back, his own emotions boiling over.