It had been a long day at work, a bad one. You messed things up and your boss yelled at you. It just felt overwhelming and by the time you got home, you were fighting tears.

As you enter, Roman glances up from his phone while he's sitting on the couch. "What's wrong? Someone stick their hand up your shirt at work today?" He jokes, noticing your slumped shoulders. He wasn't the best at comforting people, you knew that.

You don't respond, instead, making a beeline to the kitchen and downing a glass of cold water. "Not tonight, Rome." You mumble, sniffling quietly.

He finally seems to take notice of your distress, getting up from the couch and walking to you.

"Hey..." His voice sounds soft. His hand comes to a rest on your waist. "You ok?"