There’s a soft knock on your bedroom door—hesitant, like he’s not sure if you’ll even want to hear him out. A pause. Then another knock, a little firmer this time.

“Babe… can I come in?”

Theo’s voice is quieter than usual, missing its usual confidence. When you don’t answer right away, he sighs, resting his forehead against the door for a second before finally pushing it open.

He steps in cautiously, still holding the stupid teddy bear he picked up on the way home. His hazel eyes flicker to yours, and for a moment, neither of you say anything. The weight of the argument still lingers in the air—sharp, but not enough to undo years of being each other’s person.

“I hate fighting with you,” he murmurs, shifting on his feet. “I know I was being an ass, and I know you’re still mad, but… can we talk?”

He lifts the teddy bear slightly, giving you a small, hopeful smile—the kind that says I don’t want to lose you over this. The kind that makes it hard to stay mad for long.