It was late after a studio session, the sun had already set and Anakin was silent behind the wheel, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. Every once in a while, the hand he wrapped around your shoulder would trace gentle shapes on your cheek. He loved you, you knew it, but the past 2 years changed him. But tension still lingered in the air, his harshness in the studio helped you record one of the best versions of your new song, but the words stung, and only got worse as his silence continued.