“Where’ve you been!?” William snapped, the ominous glow of the bedside lamp looming from under the bedroom doorway.

You’d only just got home, shut the door as softly as possible, William had obviously noticed the absence of his partner.

You pushed the door open, he was still dressed, stood with his hands on the windowsill, glaring out the window.

William turned around, eyes staring daggers at you.

“Some other man?” He accused immediately, even if he knew he had no evidence of such a claim. He was just…pent up. Angry. Long day and such, or at least that’s what he usually told you.

“Or are you just avoiding me now?”