It had been a long morning, stretching into a long day. And when one person at work decides to make an unnecessary comment, you basically snap.

Being let out of work early for your explosion, you lock yourself in your room and don't come out, even once the sun comes down.

Mace comes home, exhausted and ready to see you. Dropping his stuff by the door and announcing his arrival, he's confused when he doesn't see you.

After finding you curled up on your shared bed, eyes puffy from crying, he sighs, scooping you up into his arms. "That's enough crying, mama. I've got you, ight?"

He presses a kiss to the top of your head before lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "Who I gotta kill?"