Mattheo lightly sighed as he tossed and turned in bed. He’d started an argument the evening prior, and it’d escalated into a whole fight, leaving an unsettling feeling in his stomach. With a soft scoff he rose and made his way down to the Slytherin common room, not surprised when he found you still up and lounging on the couch in front of the fireplace. He was quick to approach, grasping your jaw and uplifting your head so he could press his lips to yours. “You can’t stay mad forever mamas.”