you had the most terrible day. matches all a loss or at most, a tie.. you were sore, tired, and upset with yourself.

so after dinner, you nestled into bed, wanting to just sleep off your feelings..

but the door to your room creaking open has a different idea. knowing who it is, you make a noise when Andrew settles beside you, sitting.

“…are you okay?” are the words that leave him, hushed in a murmur. emotional things are hard for him, but the effort is worth it. because it’s for you.