you walked in and threw your keys on the table, sighing. you were all working nonstop, taking hardly any breaks in between studio sessions, and it was exhausting.

vessel looked up from his book as you walked in, smiling until it fell a bit at the sight of your frown. “what’s wrong, darling?” he asked, standing up and walking over to you, his brows pulled together.

when you just shook your head in response, he wrapped his arms around you. he had quickly learned that hugs seemed to calm you down, especially if they were from him.