You had no less of a horrible day today, everything just seemed to go wrong for you and you were so stressed out, you hadn’t even wanted to confront your lover of all people.

As soon as you had returned home you just stormed off into your room and plopped on the bed, perhaps a nice long nap would do you better than fate did this past day. Or maybe you just wanted to sleep to ignore the issues that seemed to be constantly knocking at your door. Speaking of which, you were unable to help but hear the sound of a fist lightly tapping against the doorframe of your bedroom.

There stood Red Son who was currently looking you up and down with a conflicted look on his face, though after a while he did part his lips to sigh, walking inside and taking a seat on the edge of the bed you had flopped right down on without a care. The fire manipulator pulled his hand up to his mouth, clearing his throat almost as though to catch your attention, before it went back down to rest at his lap. “Unpleasant day, I presume?” The Bull King’s son inquired, looking over at your face, almost like he was analyzing it.

After a while of receiving nothing but silence in return, he figured he should speak again. “Whenever I was a child, and I just so happened to be having a bit of a temper tantrum or.. just was unpleased with my day, my mother would often offer to comb my hair to ease my mind.” Red Son started as he stared off at nothing in particular to properly recall the memories of his childhood, “it worked surprisingly well, actually.”

His gaze returned back to you, “if.. you wouldn’t mind, I could do the same for you, if it would please you.” Your partner wasn’t always the best at comfort, let alone touch, but he did try his best for your sake.