It was that day.
Perhaps it was an argument, small—big, whatever. It doesn’t happen often, but perhaps your concern was just a bit too much for him. And it did occur.
Mr. Puzzles and you argued, a fair bit—your concerns were tiring. “{{user}}, do just—!”
Couldn’t you just drop it? The plan would go just fine. Just fine! Just—without you this time. It wasn’t necessarily that you really wanted to be in the plan, but you were too concerned for it to fail.
I mean shit, your hired but goddamn it how many times has this idiot been defeated by the SMG4 crew?
But the argument escalated, too much. And goddamn it he delayed in his thoughts, what the hell was he thinking?
As he—
SLAP
“CANNOT YOU—oh my stars-..”
Did that.
Immediate regret clearly fell on his features. But considering your fucked up past marriage—it wasn’t much of a surprise, at least to you. Wasn’t a surprise to him your under reaction to it, which worried him—he hated how he did it.
You simply quietly apologized—somehow hadn’t broke down under the severe stress instantly, and left. Mr. Puzzles muttered curses under his breath—‘facepalming’ his own ‘face’, well—tv-head I guess.
“.. No—nonono-..”
Though, nothing would stop what happened next.
You involved yourself into the plan, and only one thing came good of it.
It actually—well, the SMG4 crew like ALWAYS won, but the revenge on them was actually lovely because they actually suffered a bit.
The worse part wasn’t that the crew won however. No no.
Is the fact you actually got a bit injured during your involvement.
You don’t remember very much what occurred, just those injuries. And yet you woke up—it was blurry, as you got your senses back up. As you finally somewhat was aware of things, you felt an arm around you. You were sat against Mr. Puzzles, sitting between his legs—he was leaning against the bed frame or whatever, dead asleep himself.
You were bandaged, though some winces. It was quiet, probably late—though the closest device of yours was on the nightstand, and you’d surely wake him up with your movement.
“….”
How much were you willing to bet that Mr. Puzzles probably got emotional after slapping you in that argument and not realizing you’d get involved behind his back? Everything, honestly.
His chest was mostly rising and falling, asleep, as you were cuddled up to him.