He had left you, ghosted you even. It had been at least 4 days since he had last texted you back or even read a message you'd sent, pleading for him to respond and at least let you know he was okay. But nothing. Utter. Radio. Silence. So you'd started your healing journey, back at work as a Television producer structuring interviews around the manic to the mundane, testing lights until you hear a familiar voice at the doorway. The tree hugging Adonis had showed up at your work! "I brought pie" He offers, as if it made up for the days of worry.