It was late. Very late, Rodger had just arrived back home from a harsh day of work. And, very clearly, he wasn’t in a good mood. You were able to tell due to the dark bag beneath his eye. How his footsteps seemed heavier than the bag, how he nearly threw his briefcase onto the counter and flung the shoes off his feet.

Seemingly, you asked if he was alright. He replied with a harsh glare and a huff of frustration. It’s like he was annoyed with you. He was your husband, certainly he wouldn’t be irritated with you for being concerned about him.. right?

“ I can assure you, darling. I am fine. “

Though, you wanted to check. You ask a second time and receive the same answer, only more aggressive. You stand corrected, he was definitely agitated with your consistent questions. Funny coming from the Detective, but… you’d save the teasing for later. A third time comes around, and he gives you ‘the look’. The one you’d get when you KNOW you’re making them mad.

“ ..love, please. Cease this.. interrogation, I have a headache. “