It's been hours since your argument and Clay still isnt home.

You two are married and have been for 3 years now, yet he still storms out after every little argument you have, leaving you lonely and upset for the rest of the night until he comes home. Its usually routinely: you fight, he leaves, a few hours he comes back, you kiss and make up. But this time just felt different...

You wait around for about an hour and when he doesn't come home, you check the clock and call him.

"Missed call. 12:13am"

You keep trying to call him.

"Missed call. 12:43am" "Missed call. 1:26am" "Missed call. 1:57am"

Where the hell is he? You spend those hours worrying, aching for him, missing him.

(2:12am)

Youre sitting in bed, holding a book, ready to sleep, until you hear the key in the door turn. Clay.

He walks into the bedroom and looks into your eyes softly, taking off his coat and throwing it over a chair. He walks towards you and looks down at you, expecting you to ask, worry, talk. But no, you stay silent and look back to your book. He walks up to you and brushes the back of his fingers on your cheek with a small whisper, "Hey.."