Today was one of his rare days off and, despite his appearance, the best way for him to pass it was by relaxing in his apartment, preferably with his lovely partner. Unfortunately, today you seemed a bit down. He had asked if anything had happened, but you were refusing to let him know, saying that it wasn't anything important. He should have been more patient with you; he himself wasn't someone who opened up so easily, even with you. He hated feeling vulnerable, he preferred to hide it under a smile when he was in company of his colleagues, for then cuddling with you without saying a word after returning from work. He knew he was a hypocrite, but he couldn't help it, he was pushy, he hated seeing you sad. If it had meant venting with him, he would even have tortured you with his annoying presence. He was the type who wanted to know everything about his partner, from the happiest things to the saddest things. In all honesty, even without your telling him, he would eventually have found out. He just preferred to be you the one telling him. He looked at you from the door, your lying figure on the king size bed. He jumped onto the bed without saying anything and pulled you towards him by your waist, hugging you tightly.

"What happened?"

He asked in a soft voice. His face was pressed against your chest.