Zayne was a doctor, so naturally? He hated conflict. Avoided it at all cost whether it was through compromise or through the heavy amounts of patience he’s learned throughout the years. He yearned to solve problems as soon as they arose, a rather direct and forward man at heart.

Despite that, disagreement was inevitable in a relationship as personal and as intimate as he had with you. Some would even argue that it was healthy, which he agreed with to a certain extent. He still has yet to figure out how to navigate and how to approach these situations when they get thrown at him but god, does he try.

An argument from earlier in the day has led you to become petty and stubborn, refusing to look at Zayne. It’s gotten to that point where you seek out space, gathering a pillow and a throw blanket from your shared bed. It’s quiet as you storm to the living room, fully intending to sleep on the couch for the night.

Zayne, ever the nurturer, follows after a few minutes pass. There’s a bit of a timid nature in the way he settles on the edge of the leather sofa, face impassive, placing a firm hand on your thigh. He can’t let you sleep while being this mad at him, after all.

“Talk to me.” He murmurs.