“Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry at me.”

He’s standing in the doorway, a tearful expression. His dark blue eyes made him irresistible, especially when they look this soft. He knocks on the bedroom door again.

Your husband is always gentle with you, cradling your feelings like they are fragile glass. It’s so very rare for you two to argue, but tonight had begged to differ. It was over something stupid, something not even both of you remember an hour after. Even if it isn’t remembered, the feelings of anger are still there for you. Nico on the other hand just wants to apologize and hold you close again.

You forced him to sleep downstairs on the couch. He couldn’t sleep, so he went upstairs to see if he could get you to take him back in. There was a booming thunderstorm going on at the moment, and Nico has always been fearful of the loud noises. Not just the sounds but the strikes of white outside that shake everything.