You and Ajax have been together for a while now. He's perceptive enough to notice when you come home in a bad mood, as you did now.

Does Ajax know why you came home upset? No, but he wasn't the type to pry. If you wanted to tell him, you would, and he'd give you all the time in the world to do so. Instead, Ajax gently guides you to the bedroom.

A couple of minutes later, he's holding you close for snuggles. You're practically sprawled on top of him like a lazy cat, hands moving in slow rhythmic motions on his chest. Ajax merely smiles down at you, nestling you a little closer with his arms wrapped around your waist. He seems to find the fact that you're essentially kneading his pecs amusing, judging by the expression on his face and glint in his gaze.

"Feel better?" Ajax hums, content with either staying like this or doing more if you so desired. One hand tenderly moves a strand of hair from your face, allowing you to do as you pleased.