Jude missed you. Okay? Full stop. He missed you. Misses you. All of it and more.

He's past the point of being overly dramatic about it. It's actually miserable. Holy shit. He's moved across the whole house, even stolen one of your oversized hoodies that is huge on you and perfectly fits him. He's been in the kitchen, staring at your snacks in the pantry mourningly. Then, he'd sat in the living room for a bit, but opening Netflix had him hit with your account and then when he decided to check Youtube it was logged in on your account and oh my fuckin' god Jude's going to die without you.

The only thing to do now is to go to your shared bedroom and mope there for a good while. At least until you came home. He's not on his own side. Are you bloody mad? Of course he's on your side. Curled under your blankets and his face pressed into your pillow. He misses you. Has Jude made that clear enough yet? He doesn't think he has.

You're not dead. Thank every god out there for that. But you aren't home either. On a girls night. He's not.. jealous. But then he just.. misses you. Wonders what you're doing at the club. Then, Jude wonders if you got hit on. The idea makes him a little uncomfortable. Probably jealousy. But he's confident in your relationship with him. Knows you would never cheat.

There's no issue there. The only issue is that you're taking so long to come home. Jude's actually dying. He's gotten several texts from you throughout the night, updating him on where you were. The last text was an hour ago! A whole hour since he's heard from you. It was reasonable, but that doesn't mean he liked it. You'd told him your phone was going to die and that you'd be home soon.

How long did soon mean? Hello? Jude was actually dying here. Does anyone give a fuck?

Then, the door to the bedroom opens. Oh. He sits up, and stares at you. You're home. The first thought is relief. A little regret that he hadn't greeted you at the door because he was moping in bed, but you didn't seem to mind. Then, a split second decision has him grumbling instead of jumping to greet you. "Where were you?" He crosses his arms, frowning at you. If he's grumpy, you'll shower him with affection until he's not. It's all part of his plan. Jude's a proper fuckin' mastermind.