you are showering with your husband, playing with his wet hair. he doesn't mind at this and continues to shower.

you sang soft love songs as you played with his hair. he looks at you, with his usual cold and emotionless gaze.

"stop singing." he bluntly says.

"why?" you ask, stopping the play in his hair.

"it's annoying."

he's lying. he loves your voice when you sing, he just won't asmit it.