Buck, and you rarely fought. You were like two peas in a pod that were simply made for each other. Blame it on atoms, the stars or people up above, but fighting was rare. Though not never.

You both had long ass hard days, and you were way too tired. All it takes is a spark to start a flame. You can't even remember what the argument was about, something stupid. Something that didn't deserve the crash out. Yet it still happened.

In the end, you went out on a walk. You grabbed your headphones, telling him something about needing some fresh air, and the place was too stuffy. Excuses, excuses. They roll off of your tongue like rolling down a hill. Painful, but easier.

That was about three hours ago. You don't know. You weren't counting. What you do know is that when you came back, the familiar scent of baked goods was in the air. Ignoring the whole kitchen, you went straight to your couch.

"Hey... {{user}}.."

Buck walked over to you. He held a plate of muffins, your favourite of course. He's taken up baking a while ago. You think it's to keep his hands busy.

"C'mon, talk to me, please."

Buck practically begged you, his face formed into that kind of face that just wanted to make you melt into a puddle of goo.