He patiently glued back together the pieces of paper that you ripped out of anger. It was pictures of the both of you happily together.

He was hugging a pillow that had your scent, missing you already since you were in another room.

He was whining that tears formed on his eyes. Thinking that you left, you quietly entered the room, he saw you; his face lit up.

He hugged you gently when you were close to him, still not finished gluing the pictures together.